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ESTHER  PARKER  ELLINGER 


Thesis  presented  to  the  Faculty  of  the  Graduate  School  of  the  University 
of  Pennsylvania,  May  1918,  in  partial  fulfilment  of  the  require 
ments  for  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Philosophy 


PHILADELPHIA,  PA. 
1918 


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The  Southern  War  Poetry  of 
the  Civil  War 


BY 


ESTHER  PARKER  ELLINGER 


Thesis  presented  to  the  Faculty  of  the  Graduate  School  of  the  University 
of  Pennsylvania,  May  1918,  in  partial  fulfilment  of  the  require 
ments  for  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Philosophy 


PHILADELPHIA,  PA. 

1918 


COPYRIGHT,  1918 
ESTHER  PARKER  ELLINGER 

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tY.  PA. 


FOREWORD 

In  the  assembling  of  material  so  widely  scattered  and  so  long 
unsought  either  by  students  or  by  collectors,  it  has  been  necessary 
for  me  to  depend  in  some  measure  on  the  efforts  of  others  who  have 
been  most  generous  with  their  help  and  assistance.  I  desire  to 
record  my  gratitude  especially  to  my  Father  and  my  Mother,  with 
out  whose  unfailing  sympathy  and  co-operation  this  work  could 
not  have  been  done:  and  to  Mrs.  C.  Francis  Osborne  of  Phila 
delphia,  Miss  Sallie  Shepherd  of  Norfolk,  Virginia,  and  Miss 
Florence  D.  Johnston  of  Philadelphia,  for  books  and  individual 
poems.  For  their  courtesy  in  allowing  me  free  access  to  the  col 
lections  committed  to  their  charge  I  must  acknowledge  further 
indebtedness  to  Mr.  Wallace  H.  Cathcart,  Vice-President  and  Dir 
ector  of  the  Western  Reserve  Historical  Society,  Cleveland,  whose 
splendid  collection  of  Civil  War  items  contains  many  rare  and 
important  imprints  and  broadsides:  and  to  Mr.  Bunford  Samuel,  of 
the  Ridgway  Rranch  of  the  Library  Company  of  Philadelphia,  to 
whose  private  collection  I  am  indebted  for  several  poems  which 
I  have  not  found  elsewhere. 

Particularly  to  Dr.  Arthur  Hobson  Quinn  of  the  University  of 
Pennsylvania,  under  whose  direction  this  thesis  was  written,  I 
wish  to  acknowledge  my  obligation  and  to  express  my  sincere 
appreciation  for  his  guidance  and  advice. 

E.  P.  E. 
University  of  Pennsylvania,  15  April,  1918. 


"Time  in  its  deeps  swims  like  a  monstrous 
whale:  and  like  a  whale,  feeds  on  the  littlest 
things — small  tunes  and  little  unskilled  songs 
of  the  olden  golden  evenings — and  anon  turn- 
eth  whale-like  to  overthrow  whole  ships." 

Dunsany— "The  Raft  Builders." 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

FOREWORD.  .  3 


CHAPTER  I.     THE  SIGNIFICANCE  OF  THE  SOUTHERN  WAR  POETRY 


CHAPTER  II.     THE  HISTORICAL  DEVELOPMENT  OF  THE  SOUTHERN  WAR 
POETRY 17 

REFERENCE  BIBLIOGRAPHY 49 

BIBLIOGRAPHY  OF  COLLECTIONS  EXAMINED 50 

BIBLIOGRAPHY  OF  ANTHOLOGIES  AND  CONFEDERATE  IMPRINTS 51 

ABBREVIATIONS  USED  FOR  ANTHOLOGIES 56 

ABBREVIATIONS  USED  OF  COLLECTIONS 57 

INDEX  OF  SOUTHERN  WAR  POEMS  OF  THE  CIVIL  WAR  .  .  .58 


CHAPTER  I 
THE  SIGNIFICANCE  OF  THE  SOUTHERN  WAR  POETRY 

"The  emotional  literature  of  a  people,"  wrote  one  of  the  great 
est  of  the  Southern  poets,  William  Gilmore  Simms,*  "is  as  nec 
essary  to  the  philosophic  historian  as  the  mere  detail  of  events  in 
the  progress  of  a  nation  .  .  .  The  mere  facts  in  a  history 
do  not  always  or  often  indicate  the  true  animus  of  the  action. 
But  in  poetry  and  song  the  emotional  nature  is  apt  to  declare 
itself  without  reserve  .  .  .  speaking  out  with  a  passion 
which  disdains  subterfuge,  and  through  media  of  imagination  and 
fancy,  which  are  not  only  without  reserve,  but  which  are  too  co 
ercive  in  their  own  nature,  too  arbitrary  in  their  own  influence, 
to  acknowledge  any  restraint  upon  that  expression  which  glows 
or  weeps  with  emotions  that  gush  freshly  and  freely  from  the 
heart." 

Edmund  Clarence  Stedmanf  put  the  matter  a  little  differently. 
Asking  what  may  constitute  the  significance  of  any  body  of  rhyth 
mical  literature,  restricted  to  its  own  territory,  he  answered  the 
question  thus:  "Undoubtedly  and  first  of  all,  the  essential  quality 
of  its  material  as  poetry;  next  to  this,  its  quality  as  an  expression 
and  interpretation  of  the  time  itself.  In  many  an  era,  the  second 
factor  may  afford  a  surer  means  of  estimate  than  the  first,  inas 
much  as  the  purely  literary  result  may  be  nothing  rarer  than  the 
world  already  has  possessed,  nor  greatly  differing  from  it:  never 
theless  it  may  be  the  voice  of  a  time,  of  a  generation,  of  a  people 

.     .     .     all  of  extraordinary  import  to  the  world's  future." 

"Our  own  poetry,"  he  continues  elsewhere,t  "excels  as  a  rec 
ognizable  voice  in  utterance  of  the  emotions  of  a  people.  The 
storm  and  stress  of  youth  have  been  upon  us,  and  the  nation  has 
not  lacked  its  lyric  cry  .  .  .  One  who  underrates  the  sig- 


*See  War  Poetry  of  the  South,  ed.  by  W.  Gilmore  Simms,  Preface,  pp.  v 
and  vi. 

fSee  An  American  Anthology,  Introduction,  p.  xxii. 
iSee  An  American  Anthology,  Introduction,  p.  xxii. 

cn 


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nificance  of  our  literature,  prose  or  verse,  as  both  the  expression 
and  tin-  Simulant  of  national  feeling,  as  of  import  in  the  past  and 
to  the  future  of  America,  is  deficient  in  that  critical  insight  which 
can  judge  even  of  its  own  day  unwarped  by  personal  taste  or 
deference  to  public  impression.  He  shuts  his  eyes  to  the  fact 
that  at  times,  notably  throughout  the  years  resulting  in  the  Civil 
War,  this  literature  has  been  a  'force.'  ! 

That  the  poetry  written  in  the  Confederate  States  during  the 
days  of  the  Civil  War  was  a  "force"  in  potency  second  only  to  the 
army  in  the  field,  is  a  fact  that  has  been  too  long  unnoticed  by 
commentators  on  the  literature  of  our  country.  In  the  rare  cases 
when  its  influence  was  recognized,  its  quality  has  been  mistaken, 
its  character  misunderstood,  its  quantity  and  volume  under-esti 
mated.  Due  perhaps  in  part  to  the  intensity  of  feeling  engendered 
between  victors  and  vanquished  in  the  Lost  Cause,  the  darkness 
of  the  days  following  the  close  of  the  war  effectively  hid  from 
view  and  kept  from  national  circulation  the  verses  and  songs 
which  the  war  had  produced  in  the  South.  This  was  the  primary 
cause  which  prevented  them  from  attaining  the  universal  and 
critical  appreciation  of  their  value  that  was  the  right  of  so  large 
and  important  a  movement  in  the  history  of  American  letters. 
The  ruin  of  the  South  financially  and  economically,  prevented  her 
from  calling  attention  to  her  own  achievement:  while  the  wide 
spread  destruction  and  dispersal  of  property,  as  well  as  the  nec 
essarily  ephemeral  nature  of  many  of  her  publications,  offers  not 
the  least  satisfactory  explanation  for  the  comparative  restriction 
of  Southern  Civil  War  verse  to  the  land  whence  it  sprang. 

If,  however,  to  the  modern  critic  these  poems  and  songs  are 
comparatively  unknown,  by  the  Southerner  of  Civil  War  days 
their  value  was  understood  and  appreciated  to  the  full.  Within 
a  year  after  war  broke  out,  early  in  the  days  of  '62,  at  least  two 
definite  attempts  to  assemble  the  fast  multiplying  verses  and  songs 
were  being  made,  the  first*  by  Professor  Chase  and  John  R. 
Thompson  of  Richmond,  editor  of  the  Southern  Field  and  Fire 
side;  the  second  by  "Rohemian,"  Mr.  W.  G.  Shepperson,  who 
was  a  correspondent  for  the  Richmond  Despatch.  The  latter 
effort  resulted,  in  the  spring  of  '62,  in  a  volume  of  "War  Songs  of 


*Noted  in  the  Editor's  Table  of  The  Southern  Literary  Messenger  for  Jan 
uary,  1862. 


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the  South,"  containing  some  one  hundred  and  eight  poems,  and 
with  the  following  significant  words  in  the  Preface: 

"Written  contemporaneously  with  the  achievements  which 
they  celebrate,  [these  poems]  possess  all  the  vitality  and  force 
of  the  testimony  of  eye-witnesses  to  a  glorious  combat,  or  even 
of  actors  in  it.  The  spontaneous  outburst  of  popular  feeling, 
they  give  the  lie  to  the  assertion  of  our  enemy  that  this  revolution 
is  the  work  of  politicians  and  party  leaders  alone. 

"Through  the  Poets'  Corner  in  the  newspaper,. they  have  sped 
their  flight  from  and  to  the  heart  and  mind  of  the  people.  They 
showed  which  way  the  wind  was  blowing  when  the  war  arose  'a 
little  cloud  like  a  man's  hand,'  and  black  as  the  heavens  may  now 
appear,  they  bravely  sing  above  the  storm,  soaring  so  high  that 
their  wings  are  brightened  by  the  sun  behind  the  clouds. 

"They  cannot  fail  to  challenge  the  attention  of  the  philosophic 

historian  by  their  origin,  and  their  influence In 

every  age,  martial  songs  have  wrought  wonders  in  struggles  for 
national  independence. 

"And  surely  these  newspaper  waifs  have  played  no  unimport 
ant  part  in  the  actual  drama  which  surrounds  us  .... 

"A  single  volume  of  ordinary  size  cannot  contain  a  tithe  of  the 
songs  which  have  already  appeared,  and  are  daily  appearing. 
This,  however,  offers  enough  to  show  that  during  the  present 
eventful  period,  what  was  said  of  the  early  Spaniard  is  true  of 
the  Southron : '  'He  has  been  unconsciously  surrounding  history 
with  the  light  of  imagination,  linking  great  names  with  great  deeds, 
concentrating  those  universal  recollections  in  which  everyone 
feels  he  has  a  part,  and  silently  building  up  the  fabric  of  national 
poetry  on  the  basis  of  national  enthusiasm? 

Fifty  years  later  another  Southerner,  William  Malone  Bask- 
erville,*  wrote  this:  "A  young  Mary  lander,  a  stripling  just  from 
college,  was  dreaming  dreams  from  which  he  was  awakened  by 
the  guns  of  Sumter.  One  sleepless  night  in  April,  1861,  he  wrote 
the  poem,  'My  Maryland,'  which  may  not  inaptly  be  called  the 
first  note  of  the  new  Southern  literature  .  .  .  'new  in  strength, 
new  in  depth,  new  in  the  largest  elements  of  beauty  and  truth.' 
He  that  had  ears  to  hear  might  have  heard  in  the  booming  of 


*See  Biographical  and  Critical  Studies  of  Southern  Authors,  "Irwin  Russell," 
p.  97. 


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those  guns  not  only  the  signal  for  a  gigantic  contest,  but  also  the 
proclamation  of  the  passing  away  6f  the  old  order,  and  along  with 
it  the  wax  flowery,  amateurish  and  sentimental  race  of  Southern 
writers."  The  passing  of  this  school,  of  course,  meant  the  pass 
ing  of  what  usually  has  been  recognized  as  the  typical  literary 
mode  of  the  South.  It  meant,  however,  much  more  than  this: 
for  the  changing  order  was  made  possible  only  by  the  passing  of 
the  particular  type  of  civilization  that  had  fostered  it,  and  this, 
in  its  turn  indicated  a  complete  and  thorough  renaissance  not  only 
of  life  and  letters,  but  also  of  Southern  soul  and  spirit. 

The  type  of  civilization  that  endured  in  the  South,  to  the  days 
of  the  Civil  War,  was  one  of  the  most  picturesque  periods  of  so 
ciety  that  can  be  imagined,  but  not  one  that  induced  or  encour 
aged  serious  literature.  In  the  North,  on  the  other  hand,  where 
there  were  to  be  found  many  large  cities  as  centres  of  population, 
and  the  great  national  colleges,  literature  had  developed  with  the 
people.  The  earliest  settlers  of  New  England  had  been  of  a 
religious,  thoughtful,  and  philosophical  disposition,  and  their 
manners  and  mode  of  life  had  served  to  strengthen  these  tenden 
cies  in  their  descendants.  Even  the  climate  of  the  country  had 
a  marked  influence  in  emphasizing  New  England's  bent  towards 
literature.  Rigorous  winters  and  inclement  temperatures  led  to 
long  enforced  periods  of  indoor  life,  conducive  to  study  and  re 
flection.  The  effort  and  stress  required  to  wring  a  living  from 
the  stubborn  soil  made  them  an  active  and  a  vigorous  people. 
At  the  same  time  the  comparatively  small  size  of  their  territory, 
the  number  of  their  towns  and  cities  and  the  ease  of  travel  over 
the  hard  and  rocky  roads  brought  them  much  in  contact  with 
each  other,  and  insured  communication  of  thought.  Theirs  was 
a  civilization  founded  on  civil  ties.  Farms  were  small,  cultivated 
usually  by  the  family  of  the  owners,  with  a  few  "hired  help,"  and 
centered  about  the  smaller  villages  and  townships,  which  in  their 
turn  were  satellites  of  the  towns.  The  towns,  again,  clust <T<><  I 
around  the  cities,  which  were  thus  as  hubs  in  the  wheels  of  society. 
The  rising  individual  graduated  from  the  town  to  the  city,  where 
were  gathered  the  leading  spirits  and  forces  of  the  day.  From 
the  cities  back  to  the  smaller  communities  returned  the  great 
newspapers  and  ni;ii:;t/iri» -s,  whose  spiritual  and  mental  authority 
went  unchallenged,  and  which  served  the  more  to  amalgamate 
into  a  living  thoughtful  whole  the  inhabitants  of  the  farthest 


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corner  of  the  countryside.  For  everyone  life  was  hard  and  plain ; 
and  there  followed  the  accepted  corrollary  of  high  and  resolute 
thought. 

In  the  South,  the  thought  unquestionably  was  as  grave  and 
lofty.  It  was,  however,  neither  in  the  hands  of  the  people,  as  a 
whole,  nor  so  thoroughly  co-ordinated  into  an  entity.  This  lack 
of  centralization  and  unity  arose  from  the  very  order  of  society, 
and  was  at  once  its  destruction,  its  charm,  and  its  misfortune. 
In  the  first  place,  as  regards  its  territory  in  comparison  with  the 
North,  there  were  few  large  cities,  and  these  were  far  apart. 
From  Richmond  to  Charleston  and  New  Orleans  as  the  crow  flies 
is  nearly  three  times  the  distance  from  Boston  to  Philadelphia. 
In  the  days  of  postillions,  and  in  the  later  days  of  steamboats 
and  railroads,  a  warm  damp  climate  made  travel  tedious  and  tire 
some.  Neither  did  the  large  cities  occupy  the  positions  of  im 
portance  of  their  Northern  rivals.  Because  of  the  fertile  soil, 
fair  climate  and  multiplicity  of  laborers  the  financial  and  political 
power  of  the  country  was  to  be  found  quite  as  often  among  the 
owners  of  the  great  plantations,  as  in  the  counting  rooms  or  law 
offices  of  the  metropolis.  For  various  reasons,  there  were  no 
great  and  powerful  publishing  houses,  or  influential  magazines  in 
general  circulation,  the  newspaper  taking  these  places.  Another 
factor  there  was  also,  that  was  especially  disintegrating  for  society 
at  large.  Before  the  war,  education  in  the  South  was  not  univer 
sal.  For  about  half  the  population,  the  women  were  educated 
at  home,  or  in  the  case  of  the  well-to-do,  at  seminaries  and  board 
ing  schools.  The  men,  as  in  the  old  Colonial  days,  had  their 
private  tutors,  and  were  then  sent  to  the  Universities  at  home  or 
abroad,  and  to  travel.  But  for  the  mass  of  the  poorer  people, 
there  was  little  to  be  had  beyond  the  rudiments  of  training:  and 
for  many  years  the  University  of  Virginia  was  the  only  educational 
institution  below  the  line,  which  was  the  academic  equal  of  the 
Northern  colleges.  Education  here,  as  everywhere  in  the  South, 
was  along  purely  classic  lines,  which  trained  the  people  to  find 
authority  in  the  past,  and  which  tended  to  create  a  lack  of  sym 
pathy  with  problems  other  than  those  immediately  concerning  the 
public  polity.  Hence  it  was  that  the  intellectual  relationships 
of  the  North  were  exchanged  in  the  South  for  social  ties;  which 
proved  in  times  of  stress  more  powerful  and  unifying  than  those 
beyond  the  Line,  and  which  made  possible,  later  on,  the  sympa- 


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tli«  tii-  consolidation  and  confederacy  of  the  States  at  the  first 
minute  of  invasion.  In  that  instant,  they  were  "a  band  of  broth 
ers,'*  in  a  common  fellowship  and  interest:  and  thus  it  was  that 
the  very  conditions  militating  against  their  literature  and  literary 
proLrrexs  before  the  \\  ur,  became  in  1861,  at  once  their  allies  in 
the  field,  and  on  Parnassus. 

It  is  undeniable  that  the  literary  history  of  the  antebellum 
South  could  brook  no  comparison  with  that  of  the  North.  An 
agricultural  people  such  as  the  Southerners  were,  are  apt  to  live 
their  lyrics  and  romances,  rather  than  write  them.  Her  greatest 
novelists,  Simms  and  Kennedy  and  John  Esten  Cooke,  had  given 
her  quiet  old-fashioned  historical  or  pseudo-historical  tales  after 
the  pattern  of  Sir  Walter  Scott.  Today  these  seem  curiously 
dull  and  prosy,  and  more  so  when  placed  in  comparison  with  the 
extraordinarily  ornate  and  grotesque  Gothic  romances  of  her 
women  writers.  That  style  of  fiction  of  which  Mrs.  Hentz,  Mrs. 
Southworth  and  Miss  Evans  were  the  representative  authors  may 
only  be  described  as  unreal  and  utterly  false  in  tone  and  color. 
It  is  sensational  to  a  degree,  but  its  popularity  was  in  proportion 
to  its  lack  of  artistic  conception.  Further  than  this,  what  was 
true  of  her  prose,  was  true  of  her  verse.  Just  as  the  fiction  of  the 
South  was  an  echo  of  earlier  modes,  so  her  chief  lyrists  wrote 
in  the  manner  of  the  cavaliers.  On  the  whole,  the  Southern 
character  had  seemed  better  adapted  to  the  practice  of  politics 
and  the  management  of  plantations,  than  to  government  in  the 
province  of  literature.  Southerners  wrote  easily  and  gracefully, 
but  without  the  sincerity  and  beauty  that  arise  from  perfect 
sympathy  between  the  craftsman  and  his  craft. 

It  was  when  a  great  emotion  had  thrilled  the  heart  of  the  South, 
and  her  spirit  kindled  to  a  single  mighty  flame  in  the  prosecution 
of  a  cause  on  which  she  could  unite  all  her  energies,  that  the 
artificiality  of  her  literature  dropped  away,  and  was  replaced  by 
-In TiL'tli  of  color,  truth  of  outline  and  power  of  expression.  He- 
fore  the  terror  of  civil  war,  the  horror  of  invasion,  and  the  in 
dignity  of  submission  to  what  she  deemed  a  false  interpretation 
of  the  Constitution  and  the  principles  of  Liberty  for  which  her 
f'atli'  i-  had  fought,  the  literature  of  the  South  lost  its  superfic 
iality,  its  romantic  characteristics.  From  the  earliest  days  of  the 
war,  prose  in  the  form  of  history,  philosophical  essays  and  con 
troversial  debate,  became  the  recognized  and  powerful  weapon 


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wielded  by  her  greatest  minds:  while  poetry,  in  the  hands  alike 
of  poet  and  peasant,  became  the  great  national  organ  for  emotional 
expression. 

Fully  to  appreciate  the  themes  and  refrains  that  filled  her  war 
verse,  it  is  necessary  to  understand  for  just  what  principles,  and 
with  what  a  temper,  the  South  began  the  fight.  Whatever  had 
been  the  immediate  excuse  for  war,  for  the  Southerner  the  conflict 
very  quickly  resolved  itself  into  a  struggle  for  liberty.  The 
principle  of  States'  Rights  had  always  been  cherished  in  the  South 
since  the  days  of  the  Articles  of  Confederation,  in  1781,  which 
declared  at  the  very  onset  that  while  adopting  this  plan  that  was 
designed  to  make  of  the  various  integers  a  government  that 
might  be  per  se  recognizable, — "each  state  retained  its  sover 
eignty,  freedom  and  independence."  "Submission  to  any  encroach 
ment,  the  least  as  well  as  the  greatest,  on  the  rights  of  a  state 
means  slavery,"  wrote  Dr.  Basil  Gildersleeve.*  "The  extreme 
Southern  States  considered  this  right  menaced  by  the  issue  of  the 
presidential  election."  The  South  had  always  clung  to  the  earlier 
conception  of  national  union  of  separate  and  independent  units. 
That  the  North  regarded  her  as  a  rebel  against  the  Constitution 
of  her  fathers  but  goaded  her  the  more  bitterly,  who  felt  that 
above  all  things  she  battled  in  the  right,  for  the  freedom  of  which 
Washington  himself  had  dreamed,  and  which  her  own  ancestors 
had  been  the  greater  part  of  the  instrument  in  winning  and  per 
fecting.  It  was  therefore  to  the  South  a  holy  contest.  "Right  or 
wrong,  we  were  fully  persuaded  in  our  own  minds,  and  there  was 
no  lurking  suspicion  of  any  moral  weakness  in  our  cause,"  con 
tinued  Dr.  Gildersleeve.*  "Nothing  could  be  holier  than  the 
cause,  nothing  more  imperative  than  the  duty  of  upholding  it. 
There  were  those  in  the  South  who  when  they  saw  the  issue  of 
the  War,  gave  up  their  faith  in  God,  but  not  their  faith  in  the 
cause." 

With  Lincoln's  decision  to  provision  Fort  Sumter,  on  April  1, 
1861,  and  his  call  for  troops,  two  weeks  later,  the  question  of 
States'  Rights  was  amplified  by  the  addition  of  two  other  senti 
ments  which  three  together  formed  the  lofty  inspiration  that,  in 
the  South  lifted  the  struggle  above  the  commonplaces  of  civil 


*See  The  Creed  of  the  Old  South,  pp.  24  and  25. 
*See  The  Creed  of  the  Old  South,  p.  38. 


14  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Ciril  \\'nr 

strife.  At  once  it  was  dignified  into  a  war  in  defence  of  home, 
of  native  land,  and  of  liberty.  It  was  therefore  with  a  certain 
nobility  of  purpose  that  the  Confederate  Army  went  forth  to 
battle.  The  North  had  enlisted  on  a  punitive  expedition:  the 
South  had  engaged  in  a  crusade  for  her  ideals.  This  was  the 
magic  touch  that  transmuted  the  comparative  dross  of  her  liter 
ature  to  pure  gold.  "When  there  flashed  upon  poetic  souls  not 
the  political  issues  that  were  at  stake,  but  the  great  human  situ 
ation  of  the  struggle,  they  gave  voice  to  the  pent  up  feelings  of 
the  new  nation." 

The  poetic  genius  of  the  Southerners  had  always  been  lyric  in 
character,  partly  as  the  result  of  environment,  partly  that  of 
racial  temper,  partly  as  an  inheritance  from  the  old  Cavaliers  who 
had  been  their  ancestors.  Nor  had  the  lyrists  of  the  South  been 
of  slender  numbers.  Professor  Manly's  "Southern  Literature" 
credits  the  land  with  over  two  hundred  poets  whom  he  considered 
worthy  of  mention.  More  than  fifty  of  these  belong  to  Virginia 
alone,  and  Dr.  Painter  wrote*  of  their  work  that  "examination 

reveals  among  a  good  deal  that  is  commonplace 

and  imitative,  many  a  little  gem  that  ought  to  be  preserved." 
Their  method  was  usually  Byronic  and  amorous.  They  had, 
it  is  true,  made  little  or  no  use  of  local  color  or  legend,  and 
had  given  over  the  narrative  and  the  dramatic  for  the  lyric.  Their 
work,  however,  was  always  melodious  and  of  easy  numbers. 
This  was  their  particular  characteristic.  The  second,  and  indeed 
the  more  interesting,  was  the  lack  of  the  professional  touch.  Be 
fore  the  War,  there  had  been  few  vocational  poets,  as  there  had 
been  few  professed  literateurs.  Poetry  was  the  possession  of  the 
many,  not  of  a  small  group  of  favored  ones,  and  these  wrote  purely 
for  the  pleasure  of  the  art,  with  so  little  care  for  fame  or  reputa 
tion  that  many  of  their  verses  still  remain  uncollected.  When, 
therefore,  the  emotion  of  the  conflict  was  borne  upon  the  South, 
there  were  poets  to  fight  her  battles — just  as  there  were  soldiers 
in  the  field, — who  were  using  an  accustomed  mode,  though  with 
unaccustomed  sincerity  and  felicity.  Indeed,  the  number  of 
war  poets  is  one  of  the  amazing  phenomena  of  the  time:  and  as 
in  the  North,  literature  was  mainly  in  their  hands.  Beyond  the 
line  there  were  Longfellow,  Whittier,  Lowell,  Emerson,  Holmes, 


*See  Southern  Prose  and  Poetry,  p.  15. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  15 

Boker,  Whitman  and  Mrs.  Stowe.  In  the  South,  Hayne,  Tim- 
rod,  Ticknor,  Simms,  John  R.  Thompson,  George  Bagby,  Dr. 
Holcombe,  Mrs.  Preston,  Mrs.  Charles,  and  Father  Ryan  filled 
roles  as  lofty,  and  as  surely  inspired.  There  was,  however,  this 
difference  in  their  work.  The  poets  of  the  North  lived  and  wrote 
in  comparative  security  and  remoteness  from  the  field.  Their 
verses  were  characterized  by  a  virtuous  indignation  against  the 
rebellion,  by  appeals  for  men,  anger  at  constant  delay  and  un 
necessary  defeat,  and  deliberate  exhortations  in  the  name  of  the 
Union. 

In  the  South,  on  the  other  hand,  conditions  were  quite  different. 
The  whole  land  was  a  battlefield,  which  every  man,  woman  and 
child  was  bound  by  his  principles  to  defend  with  his  very  life, 
and  from  which  they  had  pledged  themselves  to  drive  the  invading 
hordes.  Each  soul  was  personally  involved  in  the  conflict,  and 
the  poets,  instead  of  looking  on  the  struggle  from  afar,  and 
distantly  applauding  it,  looked  out  from  the  very  centres  of  con 
fusion,  calling  to  their  people  words  of  help  and  cheer  and  cour 
age.  Theirs  was  not  a  plea  to  engage  in  the  conflict.  Theirs  was 
the  shout  of  "Come  to  the  battle!  Help  us  or  we  perish,  and 
with  us  the  sacred  fires  of  true  and  personal  Freedom."  It  was 
the  "terrible  experience  of  a  mighty  conflict,*  in  which  the  soul 
of  the  people  was  ....  brought  out  through  struggles, 
passion,  partings,  heroism,  love,  death, all  effect 
ive  in  the  production  of  genuine  feeling  and  the  development  of 
real  character.  While  the  battles  were  being  fought  in  the  homes 
of  the  Southerners,  their  poets  sent  forth  now  a  stirring  martial 
lyric,  now  a  humorous  song  or  poem  recounting  the  trials  and 
hardships  of  camp,  hospital  and  prison  life  .  .  .  these  be 
coming  ever  more  and  more  intermingled  with  dirges  for  Jackson, 
for  Albert  Sidney  Johnston,  for  Stuart,  for  Ashby,  and  finally  for 
the  Conquered  Banner.  In  all  these  there  was  no  trace  of 
artificiality,  no  sign  of  the  mawkish  sentimentality  of  the  old 
waxflowery,  amateurish  and  sentimental  race  of  Southern  writers 
.  They  were  surcharged  with  deep,  genuine,  sincere 
feeling.  They  were  instinct  with  life.  In  this  respect  the  war 
poetry  laid  the  foundation  of  the  new  Southern  literature  .  .  . 


*See  Biographical  and  Critical  Studies  of  Southern  Authors,  "Irwin  Russell," 
pp.  97  and  98. 


16  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

'new  in  strength,  new  in  depth,  new  in  the  largest  elements  of 
beauty  and  truth.' ' 

It  was  a  terrible  price  to  pay  for  a  renaissance  of  art,  wrung 
as  it  was  from  the  heart  of  a  wounded  people.  It  appeared  still 
more  a  vain  and  useless  sacrifice  because  at  first  the  Southern  war 
poetry  gave  rise  to  no  literary  genre.  Indirectly,  however, 
in  its  return  to  reality,  to  simplicity  of  emotion  and  truth  of 
passion,  this  war  verse  was  of  inestimable  value  to  the  rising 
school  of  Southern  fiction  and  prose.  Nevertheless,  the  renaissance 
could  not  come  at  once.  It  was  only  when  the  pain  and  ruin  of 
war  had  somewhat  passed,  and  the  South  had  begun  to  recover 
from  the  waste  which  the  conflict  had  wrought  on  the  land,  when 
the  bitterness  of  the  struggle  had  softened  with  the  changing 
years  and  generations,  and  after  the  new  attitude  towards  life 
had  had  time  to  crystalize  into  permanency,  that  one  of  her  young 
er  poets  could  write  of  her,  with  truth:* 

Lo!  from  the  war  cloud,  dull  and  dense, 
Loyal  and  chaste  and  brave  and  strong 

Comes  forth  the  South  with  frankincense, 
And  vital  freshness  in  her  song. 

The  weight  is  fallen  from  her  wings, 

To  find  a  purer  air  she  springs 

Out  of  the  night,  into  the  morn. 


*See  "To  the  South"  stanza  V,  by  James  Maurice  Thompson. 


CHAPTER  II 
THE  HISTORICAL  DEVELOPMENT  OF  THE  SOUTHERN  WAR  POETRY 

Contemporary  criticism  is  seldom  safely  to  be  trusted,  but 
there  are  times  when  contemporaneous  comment  is  as  valuable  as 
it  is  enlightening.  It  is  so  with  this  statement  by  T.  C.  de  Leon 
— in  his  introduction  to  an  anthology  of  the  Southern  Civil  War 
verse.*  "If  poems  born  of  revolution  bore  no  marks  of  the  bit 
ter  need  that  crushed  them  from  the  hearts  of  their  authors, 
they  would  have  no  value  whatever,  intrinsic  or  historical." 

Southern  war  poetry  is  worthy  of  preservation  because  it  is 
an  expression  of  vital  appeal  and  of  sentiment  wrung  from  the 
heart  of  a  people.  For  the  most  part,  it  was  written  under  the 
stress  of  the  moment.  It  was  indeed  the  spontaneous  overflow  of 
powerful  emotion,  but  only  occasionally  does  it  take  its  origin 
from  emotion  recollected  in  trartquillity.  Nevertheless,  it  speaks 
the  language  of  men  and  women,  and  in  it  we  may  read,  as 
perhaps  through  no  other  medium,  the  true  story  of  the  develop 
ment  of  Southern  character,  of  national  spirit,  and  of  definite  sec 
tional  consciousness.  1 

Today  the  poetry  remains  to  us  in  the  newspapers  and  maga 
zines  of  the  period,  and  in  the  anthologies  and  various  collections 
of  war  verse  (the  best  of  these  appearing  either  during  the  war 
or  shortly  after).  Most  interesting,  but  most  ephemeral  of  them 
all,  it  remains  in  part  in  the  small  printed  broadsides,  or  single 
sheets  in  handbill  form,  which  usually  appeared  anonymously 
and  mysteriously,  at  times  even  without  the  name  of  the  printer. 
Issued  in  varying  numbers,  on  wretched  paper,  and  seldom  gath 
ered  together,  so  many  of  these  have  perished  in  the  passage  of 
the  years,  that  in  many  instances  a  single  copy  may  remain  in 
existence.  Of  the  verses  that  circulated  in  MSS.  there  is  now 
little  trace.  Occasionally,  as  in  the  case  of  K — s  "To  the 
Memory  of  Stonewall  Jackson,"  some  old  copy-book  or  diary  will 
restore  them  to  the  light:  but  of  the  various  sources,  less  result  is 
obtained  from  this  field  than  from  the  others. 


*See  South  Songs,  p.  vii. 

(17) 


18  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Ciiil  War 

Next  to  the  appearance  of  the  poems  in  the  papers  and  journals, 
publication  by  broadside  was  probably  the  most  common  usage. 
Especially  in  the  later  days  of  the  war,  when  newspaper  publi 
cation  was  either  temporarily  or  entirely  suspended,  this  medium 
insured  the  quickest  distribution  of  verse  particularly  applicable 
to  the  moment,  a  battle  ode,  a  dirge  of  a  fallen  leader,  or  a  song 
of  peculiarly  inspiriting  phraseology.  It  was  in  this  broadside 
form  that  "My  Maryland"  spread  through  the  South  almost  in 
a  day,  anonymously,  and  often  suffering  from  lines  badly  copied 
or  cut.  That  Randall  was  the  author  was  a  fact  silently  under 
stood  and  communicated:  for  it  was  safest  and  wisest  in  those 
early  days,  and  particularly  in  the  border  states,  that  names  be 
not  mentioned.  Even  later,  and  after  months  of  war,  this  con 
dition  still  obtained.  The  appearance,  in  September,  1862,  of 
"Stonewall  Jackson's  Way,"  written  by  Dr.  John  Williamson 
Palmer,  as  he  listened  to  the  guns  of  Sharpsburg,  is  a  case  in 
point.  Dr.  Palmer  gives  this  history  of  the  poem,  and  its  pub 
lication  :* 

"In  September,  1862,  I  found  myself  ...  at  Oakland 
.  .  .  in  Garrett  County,  Maryland.  Early  on  the  sixteenth 
there  was  a  roar  of  guns  in  the  air,  and  we  knew  that  a  great  battle 
was  toward  ...  I  knew  that  Stonewall  was  in  it,  whatever 
it  might  be:  it  was  his  way, — 'Stonewall  Jackson's  Way.'  I  had 
twice  put  that  phrase  into  my  war  letters,  and  other  correspond 
ents,  finding  it  handy,  had  quoted  it  in  theirs.  I  paced  the  piazza 
and  whistled  a  song  of  Oregon  lumbermen  and  loggers  that  I  had 
learned  from  a  California  adventurer  in  Honolulu.  The  two 
thoughts  were  coupled  and  welded  into  one  to  make  a  song:  and 
as  the  words  gathered  to  the  call  of  the  tune  I  wrote  the  ballad 
of  'Stonewall  Jackson's  Way'  with  the  roar  of  these  guns  in  my 
ears.  On  the  morrow  I  added  the  last  stanza  .... 

"In  Baltimore  I  told  the  story  of  the  song  to  my  father, 
and  at  his  request  made  immediately  another  copy  of  it.  This 
was  shown  cautiously  to  certain  members  of  the  Maryland  Club: 
and  a  trusty  printer  was  found  who  struck  off  a  dozen  slips  of  it. 
principally  for  private  distribution.  That  first  printed  copy  of 
the  song  \N;»^  headed  'Found  on  a  Hobel  Sergeant  of  the  Old  Stone 
wall  Brigade,  Taken  at  Winchester.'  The  fabulous  legend  was 


*See  Photographic  History  of  the  Civil  War,  vol.  9,  pp.  *:6  and  88. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  19 

for  the  misleading  of  the  Federal  provost  marshal,  as  were  also 
the  address  and  date,  'Martinsburg,  September  13,  1862.' ' 

It  must  not  be  supposed  that  this  war  verse  which  has  survived 
to  our  day  consists  merely  of  battle  songs  and  popular  ballads  on 
themes  arising  from  the  nature  of  the  conflict.  Just  as  the  war 
was  far  reaching  and  general  in  its  effect,  touching  every  South 
erner  personally,  and  too  often  poignantly,  so  the  poetic  response 
was  varied  and  modified  to  meet  the  demand  of  the  moment. 
There  is  description,  and  narration;  there  are  of  course  dialectics 
and  polemics;  there  is  satire;  and  there  is  even  a  little  humor. 
And  because  through  all  this  rings  the  personal  and  individual 
appeal,  the  prevailing  note  is  lyric.  Of  the  dramatic  there  is  very 
little,  notably  Hayne's  "The  Substitute,"  and  "The  Royal  Ape." 
This  last  is  a  long  dramatic  narrative  in  iambic  pentameter  rimed 
couplets  that  is  possibly  more  interesting  as  satire  and  propa 
ganda  than  as  pure  drama.  Yet  neither  of  these  is  a  work  of  free 
inspiration.  The  Southern  war  poet  did  his  best  work  when  out 
of  the  fulness  of  his  heart,  he  either  vowed  allegiance  to  his  be 
loved  land,  and  her  leaders,  or  wrote  in  passion  and  defiance  as 
a  resolved  defender  of  the  freedom  of  his  Fathers. 

Judged  from  an  emotional  point  of  view,  this  poetry  falls  into 
three  distinct  periods,  obvious  enough  in  themselves,  but  inter 
esting  in  that  by  them  we  may  see  more  clearly  the  issues  of  the 
war  as  reflected  in  the  hearts  of  the  warriors.  There  are  the  first 
poems  of  rebellion  against  oppression:  lyrics  of  passionate  de 
fiance  as  well  as  of  hortatory  counsel:  appeals  to  remember  the 
glory  of  the  past  and  the  danger  of  the  present.  The  second 
period  started  at  the  moment  of  invasion  after  which  there  was 
no  longer  need  for  a  Congress  to  formulate  the  principles  for  which 
they  fought,  or  to  arrange  for  the  unifying  of  the  various  State 
integers.  Then  began  the  poetry  of  actual  conflict,  taking  the 
form  of  verses  concerning  particular  battles,  the  narration  of  some 
heroic  deed,  the  lament  for  a  great  hero,  as  well  as  camp  ballads, 
and  marching  songs.  As  a  connecting  link  with  the  first  period, 
there  are  still  the  poems  breathing  the  national  spirit,  and  loyalty 
to  the  Southern  cause.  Even  in  the  third  and  last  period,  that 
of  disappointment,  discouragement  and  actual  defeat,  this  note 
continues,  and  is  the  more  poignant  for  its  unfaltering  persistence 
in  the  face  of  calamity. 


20  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

The  poetry  of  the  first  period  began  in  the  closing  days  of  1860. 
In  November  of  that  year  there  had  been  elected  by  the  North 
and  West  a  President  whose  principles  of  government  seemed  to 
threaten  the  South  with  danger  of  extermination  of  her  most 
precious  interests.  The  platform  of  Republicanism  she  consider 
ed  in  every  respect  inimical  to  her  importance  as  a  unit  in  the 
central  organization  of  states.  Her  very  identity  was  endanger 
ed,  and  that  to  a  section  where  pride  of  historic  heritage  was  as 
dear  as  actual  power  of  wealth  and  commerce,  aroused  her  as 
could  perhaps  nothing  else.  Therefore,  on  December  twentieth, 
1860,  South  Carolina  passed  her  order  of  secession,  following  it 
with  the  "Declaration  of  Independence,"  which  justified  the 
previous  action  by  recalling  the  two  great  principles  asserted  by 
the  early  colonies,  namely,  "the  right  of  a  state  to  govern  itself, 
and  the  right  of  a  people  to  abolish  a  government  when  it  becomes 
destructive  to  the  ends  for  which  it  was  instituted.  And  con 
current  with  the  establishment  of  these  principles  was  the  fact 
that  each  colony  became  and  was  recognized  by  the  mother  coun 
try  as  a  free,  sovereign  and  independent  state."  It  was  a  proud 
imperious  challenge,  and  made  immediate  appeal  to  every  South 
erner  to  whom  freedom  and  independence,  personal  or  otherwise, 
was  a  precious  birthright.  The  proclamation  fired  the  imagina 
tion,  as  it  did  the  poetic  spirit  of  the  land:  the  poetic  response 
struck  the  same  note.  S.  Henry  Dickson's  "South  Carolina"  was 
one  of  the  first  poems  to  appear.  Its  verses  are  as  lofty  in 
tone  as  the  lines  of  the  proclamation,  and  equally  as  sincere. 
They  are  frankly  exultant. 

The  deed  is  done!    the  die  is  cast; 
The  glorious  Rubicon  is  passed: 
Hail,  Carolina!     free  at  last. 

Strong  in  the  right  I  see  her  stand 
Where  ocean  laves  the  shelving  sand; 
Her  own  Palmetto  decks  the  strand. 

She  turns  aloft  II«T  flushing  eye; 
Radiant,  h«-r  lowly  star  on  iiit-'li 
Shinrs  <lr,-ir  jiiMi'risl  I  In-  <i;irknimg  sky. 

***** 

Ming  forth  her  banner  to  the  gale! 
Let  all  the  hosts  of  earth  assail, — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  21 

Their  fury  and  their  force  shall  fail. 

***** 

Oh,  land  of  heroes!     Spartan  State! 
In  numbers  few,  in  daring  great, 
Thus  to  affront  the  frown  of  fate! 

And  while  mad  triumph  rules  the  hour, 
And  thickening  clouds  of  menace  lower, 
Bear  back  the  tide  of  tyrant  power. 

With  steadfast  courage,  faltering  never, 
Sternly  resolved,  her  bonds  to  sever: 
Hail,  Carolina!  free  forever! 

This  may  be  the  expression  of  the  hour,  but  it  proved  as  well 
to  be  the  poetic  sentiment  of  the  next  four  years.  Every  poet  of 
the  South,  from  the  humblest  maker  of  camp  catches  to  the  great 
est  of  her  lyrists,  shared  this  attitude  of  resolve,  as  they  watched 
their  Spartan  nation  continue  to  wage  what  they  consented  to  be 
a  righteous  war  for  freedom,  against  a  tyrant  power.  Naturally, 
expression  became  more  sharply  crystalized  with  the  actual  inva 
sion.  None  the  less,  even  thus  early,  before  the  end  of  '60,  we 
have  a  precise  foreshadowing  of  the  war  attitude  of  the  Confed 
erate  poet. 

With  the  passage  of  secession  in  South  Carolina,  at  once  the 
remaining  "Cotton  States"  were  torn  by  the  conflict  of  making 
a  great  decision.  There  were  those  to  whom  the  indignity  of 
submitting  their  conception  of  government  to  what  they  called 
a  usurpation  of  authority  was  inconceivable  treachery  to  an 
ancient  and  honorable  past:  and  there  were  those  to  whom  un 
questioning  obedience  to  the  Government  at  Washington  was  the 
only  way  of  fulfilling  the  heritage  of  their  ancestors.  In  the  end, 
the  extremists  won.  The  North  would  offer  no  compromise: 
indeed,  it  would  have  been  contrary  to  the  Southern  code  of  honor 
to  have  accepted  halfway  measures.  To  them  there  appeared  no 
other  course  to  pursue,  no  solution  but  to  follow  Carolina's  lordly 
lead.  Mississippi  seceded  on  January  ninth,  Florida  on  the 
tenth,  Alabama  on  the  eleventh,  Georgia  on  the  nineteenth, 
Louisiana  on  the  twenty-sixth. 

For  the  South  as  a  whole,  as  well  as  for  her  poets,  January  had 
been  a  month  of  tempest.  Following  the  secession  of  Carolina, 
the  situation  that  had  developed  over  Fort  Sumter  was  danger- 


22  The  Southern  War  Poetry  oj  the  Civil  War 

ous  to  the  extreme.  As  it  afterwards  proved,  Sumter  was  the 
tinder  which  kindled  the  flame  of  war;  and  as  early  as  January, 
when  Major  Anderson  refused  to  surrender  the  fort  the  menace 
within  the  South  began  to  show  itself.  The  authorities  of  Char 
leston,  endangered  by  Federal  possession  of  Sumter,  demanded 
its  surrender.  No  decision  could  have  been  reached  until  after 
March  fourth,  when  Lincoln  was  inaugurated.  Meanwhile,  on 
the  fourth  of  February,  the  six  states  which  had  already  left  the 
Union,  and  Texas,  which  seceded  three  days  earlier,  formally  met 
at  convention  in  Charleston,  and  united  in  a  Confederacy,  in 
opposition  to  the  Government  at  Washington.  It  was  a  move 
which  their  poets,  as  well  as  their  more  practically  visioned  men, 
had  been  frantically  urging.  Two  of  the  most  interesting  of  the 
poems  of  this  period  appeared,  the  one  in  the  Southern  Literary 
Messenger  for  January,  by  William  Gilmore  Simms,  the  other  in 
the  Charleston  Courier,  about  the  middle  of  the  month,  addres 
sed  in  French,  by  R.  Thomassy,  under  date  of  Nouvelle  Orleans, 
2  Janvier  1861,  to  "Les  Enfants  du  Sud."  It  is  fiery  and  eloquent 
of  passion. 

Enfants  du  Sud,  1'outrage  et  la  menace 

Aux  nobles  recurs  ne  l;iissent   plus  de  choix. 
Le  paix  nous  trompe:  un  serpent  nous  enlace 

Tranchons  ses  noeuds,  et  defendons  nos  droits! 
Qu'  attendrons — nous  pour  reprendre  IVpee, 

Qui  triompha  d'un  vieux  monde  oppresseur? 
Le  nord  aussi,  violant  la  foi  juree. 

Seme  a  son  tour  discorde  et  deshonneur. 
Aux  armes  done  pour  la  cause  sacree; 

De  nos  ayeux  vengeons  les  saintes  lois; 
Nons  sommes  Sparte,  invincible,  epromee: 

Que  sa  vertu  preside  a  nos  exploits! 

(iilmore  Simms'  poem  is  less  a  call  to  arms,  and  more  a  warm 
and  affectionate  tribute  to  a  beloved  land,  noteworthy  because 
it  proves  that  even  before  the  Confederacy  was  formed,  the  people 
of  the  South  were  united  in  her  love.  The  second  stanza  is  better 
than  the  first. 

>lie  i^  .ill   fondness   to  her  friends:   to  foes 

>he  glows  ••»  thing  of  p:i--i<>ii.  sln-nglh  and  pride; 

She  feels  no  tremors  when  the  danger's  nigh, 
But  the  fight  over,  and  the  victory  won, 

How  with  strange  fondness  turns  her  loving  eye 


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In  tearful  welcome  on  each  gallant  son! 

****** 

I  glory  that  my  lot  with  her  is  cast, 

And  my  soul  flushes  and  exultant  sings; 

Already  there  had  begun  the  actual  war  verse,  taking  here  the 
form  of  the  invitation  to  arms.  That  war,  the  "irrepressible 
conflict,"  was  inevitable,  was  recognized  by  all  sensible  men. 
"Barhamville"  in  January  addressed  one  of  the  first  of  these, 
"The  Call,"  to  the  editor  of  the  South  Carolinian.  At  this  time, 
too,  there  appeared  the  fervid  "Spirit  of  '60,"  in  the  Columbus 
Times,  forerunner  of  a  series  in  which  were  contrasted  the  spirit 
of  the  present  and  of  '76.  To  the  South,  both  were  wars  for  lib 
erty,  both  struggles  against  oppression,  in  both  contests  the  South 
was  a  vital  factor;  and  the  analogy  was  too  good  for  a  poetic 
eye  to  miss. 

The  finest  single  poem  produced  in  this  preliminary  stage  of  the 
contest  was  that  by  Henry  Timrod,  "Ethnogenesis,"  written 
during  the  meeting  of  the  first  Southern  Congress,  at  Montgom 
ery,  in  the  early  days  of  February.  To  the  poet  the  Congress 
meant  indeed  the  birth  of  a  great  nation,  a  nation  among  nations, 
strong  in  its  right,  and  secure  in  national  resource, 

"marshalled  by  the  Lord  of  Hosts 
And  overshadowed  by  the  mighty  ghosts 
Of  Moultrie  and  of  Eutaw." 

It  is  a  noble  utterance  and  its  dignity  and  melody  of  expression 
must  have  added  greatly  to  the  deep  impression  it  created.  In 
the  Southern  Literary  Messenger  for  the  month  there  are  Joseph 
Brennan's  "Ballad  for  the  Young  South"— "Men  of  the  South! 
our  foes  are  up,  in  fierce  and  grim  array," — and  the  defiant  "The 
Southland  Fears  No  Foeman,"  by  J.  W.  M.,  in  which  is  the  richly 
suggestive  line,  "Her  eagles  yet  are  free;"  while  "from  the  Georgia 
papers,"  under  date  of  Atlanta,  February  first,  there  is  the  anony 
mous  "Cotton  States'  Farewell  to  Yankee  Doodle."  This  latter 
is  especially  interesting  because  it  is  one  of  the  first  of  a  "Fare 
well  to  Brother  Jonathan"  group  which  enjoyed  considerable 
vogue  during  the  late  winter  and  which  was  answered  in  the 
North  by  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes,  with  the  lines  "Brother  Jona 
than's  Lament  for  Sister  Caroline,"  under  date  of  March  25.  Of 
the  Confederate  poems  on  this  theme,  "Farewell  to  Brother  Jon 
athan"  by  "Caroline,"  which  appeared  about  this  time  seems 


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closely  connected  with  Holmes'  verses.  The  metre  of  the  two 
poems  is  the  same  and  the  thought  antithetic,  although  it  would  be 
difficult  to  determine  which  is  the  reply.  The  last  two  stanzas 
of  "Farewell  to  Brother  Jonathan"  are  particularly  good. 

O  Brother!     beware  how  you  seek  us  again, 
Lest  you  brand  on  your  forehead  the  signet  of  Cain; 
That  blood  and  that  crime  on  your  conscience  must  sit; 
We  may  fail,  we  may  perish,  but  never  submit! 

The  pathway  that  leads  to  the  Pharisee's  door 
We  remember,  indeed,  but  we  tread  it  no  more; 
Preferring  to  turn,  with  the  Publican's  faith, 
To  the  path  through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

Three  other  poems,  apparently  of  this  month,  should  be  men 
tioned  in  passing,  as  exemplifying  the  note  of  personal  interest 
of  the  Southern  poet  in  the  issue  of  the  struggle.  Robert  Joselyn's 
"Gather!  Gather!"  the  anonymous  war  song,  "Come,  Broth 
ers!  You  are  called!"  and  Millie  Mayfield's  triumphant  "We 
Come!  We  Come!"  may  not  be  poetry  of  the  first  order:  never 
theless  these  are  verses  written  by  people  to  whom  the  threatened 
conflict  is  not  a  matter  distant  and  aloof,  but  of  intimate  and  vital 
concern. 

March  was  a  month  of  little  action  on  both  sides.  In  the  North 
it  witnessed  the  inauguration  of  Lincoln;  in  the  South  the  com- 
pleter  organizing  and  unification  of  the  Confederacy,  and  the  be 
ginning  of  negotiations  by  the  Confederacy  by  which  they  might 
secure  possession  of  Fort  Sumter.  If,  however,  the  South  was 
marking  time,  her  poets  were  not.  They  continued  to  urge  her 
on  to  fulfillment  of  her  "destiny."  Indeed,  this  month  saw  writ 
ten  some  of  the  very  best  and  most  resolute  of  her  war  verse. 
There  is  the  indignant  "Coercion,"  by  John  C.  Thompson— 

"Who  talks  of  Coercion?     Who  dares  to  deny 
A  resolute  people  the  right  to  be  free?" 

There  is  the  anonymous  "Prosopopeia,"  also  in  the  Southern 
Literary  Messenger,  which  with  Timrod's  "Cry  to  Arms,"  written 
a  little  later,  is  the  best  of  the  verse  of  this  kind  which  the  period 
produced.  Another  widely  known  poem  of  the  month  was  St. 
George  Tucker's  "The  Southern  Cross,"  verses  patterned  after 
Key's  "Star  Spangled  Banner,"  and  which  had  enormous  vogue, 
and  was  even  set  to  music,  later  on.  This  in  so  far  as  can  be  de- 


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termined  is  the  first  poetic  use  of  the  Southern  Cross  as  the  symbol 
of  the  Confederacy,  a  figure  that  was  later  adopted  for  the  design 
of  her  flag,  and  which  finally  became,  not  only  her  ensign,  but  as 
well  a  symbol  of  the  righteousness  of  her  faith  and  cause.  James 
Barron  Hope's  "Oath  of  Freedom," — 

Born  free,  thus  we  resolve  to  live: 

By  Heaven,  we  will  be  free. 
By  all  the  stars  which  burn  on  high, 
By  the  green  earth — the  mighty  sea — 
By  God's  unshaken  majesty 

We  will  be  free  or  die! — 

is  of  a  kind  with  Thompson's  "Coercion,"  and  was  widely  copied 
during  this  time.  Another  poem  must  be  mentioned  here,  as 
presaging  the  turmoil  to  follow,  "Fort  Sumter,"  by  "H.,"  in  the 
New  Orleans  Delta,  with  the  command  of  its  refrain,  "Carolina, 
take  the  Fort." 

The  most  eventful  months  of  the  year  1861  were  April  and  July, 
for  April  inaugurated  "the  irrepressible  conflict,"  and  July  saw 
the  first  great  battle  of  the  war,  and  a  complete  Confederate  vic 
tory.  On  the  first  of  April,  President  Lincoln  announced  his  de 
cision  to  refuse  surrender  of  Fort  Sumter  to  the  Confederates, 
and  added  that  he  would  undertake  to  provision  the  garrison  im 
prisoned  there  immediately.  At  once  the  South  was  aflame.  On 
the  morning  of  the  twelfth  of  April,  Beauregard,  commander  of 
the  Southern  forces  at  Charleston,  ordered  the  shelling  of  the 
Fort,  which  continued  through  the  thirteenth,  and  ended  with  the 
evacuation  of  the  Fort  on  the  fourteenth.  The  war  had  begun, 
and  though  the  opening  engagement  had  been  without  loss  to 
either  side,  and  had  ended  in  a  Confederate  victory,  a  far  bloodier 
and  disastrous  conflict  was  inevitable.  To  the  rejoicing  South, 
however,  there  was  only  the  glory  of  the  first  decision  to  consider, 
and  the  poets  in  their  rapture  gave  utterance  to  a  sheaf  of  verse, 
innumerable  ballads  about  Sumter,  affectionate  odes  to  the  na 
tion  so  gloriously  born  and  baptized  by  victorious  fire,  two  great 
national  songs,  and  frantic  appeals  to  North  Carolina,  Virginia 
and  Maryland,  Tennessee  and  Kentucky  to  join  fortunes  of  the 
Confederacy. 

The  first  song  published  in  the  South  after  the  war  began,  and 
corresponding,  in  the  North,  to  E.  C.  Stedman's  "The  Twelfth 
of  April"  was,  fittingly  enough,  "God  Save  the  South"  by  George 


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II.  Milrs  of  Frederick  County,  Maryland.  Sung  to  music  by 
C.  W.  A.  Ellerbrock,  it  was  designed  to  be,  and  accepted  as  the 
national  hymn.  It  did  not  however,  succeed  in  becoming  a 
favorite.  On  the  twenty-sixth  of  the  month,  James  Rider  Ran 
dall,  inflamed  by  the  circumstances  of  the  "Baltimore  Massacre" 
on  April  nineteenth,  wrote  his  "My  Maryland,"  the  most  famous 
Southern  poem  produced  by  the  war,  and  one  whoes  influence 
was  greater  than  a  hundred  battles.  Circulated  at  first  by  broad 
sides  it  swept  through  the  South  like  wildfire,  and  if  any  force 
could  have  drawn  Maryland  to  the  side  of  the  Confederacy,  it 
would  have  been  that  exerted  by  this  poem.  Her  Union  Governor, 
however,  aided  by  Federal  troops  and  tactful  advice  from  Wash 
ington,  succeeded  in  holding  the  State  to  the  Union,  although  many 
Marylanders  were  ardent  Southern  sympathizers.  Virginia,  on 
the  other  hand,  who,  like  Maryland,  had  been  hesitating  over  her 
decision,  hesitated  no  longer,  after  the  episode  of  Sumter,  implying 
as  it  did,  Federal  coercion.  On  the  seventeenth  of  April  she  se- 
ceeded  from  the  Union.  Her  "pausing"  had  long  been  considered 
a  shame  and  a  reproach  by  Southern  poets.  Now,  they  burst 
forth  in  delight.  "Virginia,  Late  But  Sure!"  was  the  triumphant 
shout  of  Dr.  Holcombe,  and  Virginia's  answer  was  expressed  in 
poems  such  as  "Virginia  to  the  Rescue,"  "Virginia's  Rallying  Call," 
or  "Virginia's  Message  to  the  Southern  States." 

The  poetry  produced  or  published  in  May  chiefly  concerns  the 
decision  of  Virginia,  and  the  assembling  of  the  Southern  armies, 
those  "Ordered  Away"  to  the  field.  Virginia's  entrance  into  the 
Confederacy  had  burnt  all  the  bridges  leading  back — though  re 
motely — to  peace.  At  once  the  South  proceeded  to  rally  her 
forces  to  the  standard  of  her  cause,  and  gradually  during  May  and 
June,  flung  out  her  battle  line  across  Virginia,  West  Virginia  and 
Kentucky  to  the  Mississippi.  Down  the  river  it  stretched  through 
Forts  Henry  and  Donelson  to  New  Orleans.  At  one  time,  in  '63, 
the  Confederate  line  surged  forward  through  Western  Virginia 
and  Maryland  so  far  into  Pennsylvania  that  Harrisburg  was  di 
rectly  menaced.  It  was  the  lour  yaps'  uncertain  task  of  the 
Union  forces  to  control  this  line,  to  break  through  it,  turn  it  back 
and  in  upon  ilsdf,  and  finally  to  starve  its  scattered  rrmnants  into 
submission.  As  this  was  accomplished  the  first  lyric  outburst 
of  the  War — Timrod's  "Cry  to  Arms,"  for  example — was  gradu 
ally  exchanged  for  a  slenderer  volume  of  song.  At  first  her  poets 


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encouraged  the  people  to  faith  and  labor;  then  they  sang  of 
hope  and  courage,  attempting  to  relieve  the  despair  of  a  nation 
whose  cause  was  lost,  and  whose  ruin  seemed  irretrievable. 

In  the  spring  of  '61,  however,  there  was  only  exultation,  while 
in  the  North  the  cry  of  "On  to  Richmond"  welled  and  grew 
fiercer  during  May,  June  and  the  summer  months.  Especially 
did  it  grow  imperative  after  July  twentieth,  when  the  Confed 
erate  Capital  was  transferred  there  from  Montgomery.  On  the 
next  day,  July  twenty-first,  came  the  great  opening  battle  of  the 
war,  when  the  Union  army  under  General  Scott,  joined  with 
Beauregard's  men  at  Manassas  Junction.  The  result  was  a 
complete  Confederate  victory,  and  there  was  unrestricted  panic 
and  flight  among  the  Federal  troops  (the  source  of  much  satiric 
comment  among  the  Southern  poets)  when  Joseph  E.  Johnston's 
army,  which  had  not  been  expected  to  arrive  until  too  late  to  be 
of  assistance  to  Beauregard,  appeared  at  the  crucial  moment. 

It  was  only  natural  that  the  wave  of  triumphant  exultation 
which  had  thrilled  the  South  after  the  fall  of  Sumter  should  again 
sweep  the  land.  Her  poets  responded  with  a  sheaf  of  poems,  in 
which  they  wrote  of  the  contest  from  every  angle, — odes  of 
thanksgiving  for  victory,  narratives  of  the  course  of  the  flight, 
eulogies  of  Beauregard  and  Johnston,  satires  on  the  behavior  of 
the  Union  forces,  camp  catches  half  satiric  and  half  comic,  poems 
of  particular  incidents  of  the  fight,  finally  words  of  regret  and 
sorrow  for  the  slain,  and  the  manner  of  their  slaying.  This  last 
theme  is  particularly  interesting,  for  the  feeling  of  horror  at  the 
situation  "where  brother  fought  with  brother"  was  ever-present 
with  the  Southerners  throughout  the  four  years  of  the  War.  The 
very  best  of  the  poems  occasioned  by  Manassas  were  those  of 
Mrs.  Warfield,  "Manassas,"  Susan  Archer  Talley's  "Battle  Eve," 
Ticknor's  "Our  Left,"  and  the  lines  by  "Ruth,"  entitled  "The 
Battle  of  Bull  Run,"  dated  Louisville,  Kentucky,  July  twenty- 
fourth,  and  written  in  curious  and  effective  stanzas  of  irregular 
"unrhymed  rhythms."  Mrs.  Warfield's  poem  was  stirring  and 
vigorous,  bold  in  metaphor  and  in  expression. 

They  have  met  at  last,  as  storm  clouds 

Meet  in  Heaven, 
And  the  Northmen,  back  and  bleeding 

Have   been   driven: 
And  their  thunders  have  been  stilled, 


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And  their  leaders  crushed  or  killed, 

And  their  ranks,  with  terror  thrilled 

Rent  and   riven  1 

Like  the  leaves  of  Vallumbroso 

They   are   lying; 
In  the  moonlight,  in  the  midnight 

Dead  and  dying: 
Like  those  leaves  l>efon>  the  gale 
Swept  their  legions  wild  and  pale, 
While  the  host  that  made  them  quail 

Stood,  defying. 
***** 

But  peace  to  those  who  perished 

In  our  passes! 
Light  be  the  earth  above  them! 

Green   the  grasses! 
Long  shall  Northmen  rue  the  day, 
When  they  met  our  stern  array, 
And  shrunk  from  battle's  wild  affray 

At  Manassas. 

Miss  Talley's  "Battle  Eve,"  with  its  beautiful  picture  of  twi 
light  calm  before  the  darker  night  of  storm  and  death,  is  affecting 
in  its  simple  direct  appeal,  and  sincerity  of  regret  for  the  carnage 
of  conflict — and  was  called  forth  by  the  seriousness  of  the  im 
pending  meeting  at  Manassas.  Francis  Orray  Ticknor's  "Our 
Left" — suggested  by  the  indomitable  courage  and  perseverance 
of  the  Confederate  left  wing  before  McDowell's  men,  until  rein 
forced  by  the  timely  arrival  of  Johnston's  army,  who  brought 
victory  with  them,  is  a  spirited,  almost  exalted  account  of  the 
actual  battle,  and  was  immensely  popular  at  the  time.  There 
are  many  versions  of  it  still  extant,  in  broadsides  and  anthologies, 
— for  the  most  part  anonymous,  since  the  poem  evidently  was 
not  at  first  acknowledged  by  Ticknor.  This  has  led  to  a  curious 
connection  of  names.  In  one  of  the  broadsides  versions  in  the 
collection  of  the  Ridgway  Library,  in  Philadelphia,  the  poem  is 
dated  Baltimore,  Maryland,  October  20,  1861,  and  is  signed  by 
"Old  Seci->h."  This  signature  is  also  given  to  "The  Despot's 
Song,"  a  popular  Lincoln  satire  of  a  later  period  of  the  War,  which 
again  is  assigned  to  Baltimore,  and  from  circumstantial  evidence 
seems  to  be  the  work  of  Dr.  N.  G.  Ridgely,  a  Baltimorean  who  was 
a  popular  satirist  of  the  day,  and  who  >»L'n«'<l  IIK  work  variously 
"N.  G.  R.,"  "Le  Diable  Baiteux,"  "0.  H.  S.f"  "Cola,"  and  "B." 


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This  last  signature  is  further  associated  with  the  name  of  James 
Ryder  Randall,  for  in  the  Baltimore  City  Librarian's  Office,  in 
Ledger  1411,  there  is  a  broadside  version  of  "Maryland,  My 
Maryland,"  published  in  Baltimore,  as  were  these  other  broad 
sides,  and  signed  "B,"  Point  Coupee  (La.),  April  26,  1861.  It 
would,  of  course,  be  impossible,  so  many  years  later,  to  puzzle 
out  the  interrelation  of  the  poems  and  signatures,  and  indeed  their 
value  would  hardly  warrant  the  labor.  It  is,  nevertheless,  an 
interesting  example  of  the  chaos  which  at  times  arose  from  the 
necessarily  surreptitious  publication  and  circulation  of  the  Con 
federate  verse. 

Manassas  was  the  last  great  event  of  the  year.  There  were 
several  minor  engagements  between  the  two  armies,  notably  the 
fight  at  Ball's  Bluff,  on  the  twenty-first  of  October;  and  there 
was  the  "Trent  Affair,"  with  the  capture  of  the  Confederate 
emissaries  to  England,  Mason  and  Slidell,  on  November  eighth. 
Nevertheless,  the  Southern  poets  did  not  lack  inspiring  material, 
the  continued  "aloofness"  of  Maryland  and  Kentucky  being 
among  their  most  vital  themes.  They  were,  of  course,  never  idle 
with  their  lyrics  of  loyalty  and  continued  to  sound  the  war  note 
or  to  sing  of  the  South,  with  indomitable  zeal.  They  had  even 
by  this  time,  become  so  accustomed  to  the  state  of  war,  that  they 
could  begin  to  work  seriously  with  satire.  The  best  in  this  genre 
written  in  '61  are  John  R.  Thompson's  "On  to  Richmond,"  sat 
irizing  Winfield  Scott's  first  campaign,  and  "England's  Neutrality" 
(England  had  passed  a  proclamation  of  neutrality  towards  the 
two  belligerents  early  in  May,  on  the  thirteenth):  "0  Johnny 
Bull,  My  Jo  John,"  an  anonymous  ballad  occasioned  by  the 
presence  of  English  frigates  off  the  coast  in  '61,  and  the  unfortun 
ately  anonymous,  but  delightfully  humorous  "King  Scare" 
(prompted  by  the  terror  in  the  North  regarding  the  Confederate 
power  in  the  field). 

The  close  of  the  year  was  marked  by  a  poem  in  the  Southern 
Field  and  Fireside— a  "Requiem  for  1861,"  by  H.  C.  B.  It  is  not 
of  any  particular  excellence  or  poetic  merit,  but  it  is  worthy  of 
note  for  its  expression  of  sincere  sorrow  for  the  conflict  that  was 
severing  a  land  of  brothers;  and  for  a  sense  of  the  horror  that 
war  had  brought  to  the  South. 

Year  of  terror,  year  of  strife, 
Year  with  evil  passions  rife 


30  Ttie  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  \\<ir 

Pass,  with  swilling  angry  flood. 

Pass,  with  garments  dipped  in  blood, — 

Born  'mid  hopes,  but  raised  in  fears, 
With  thy  dewdrops  changed  to  tears, 
With  thy  springtime  turned  to  blight, 

And  with  darkness  quenching  light. 

***** 

War's  fierce  Iread  upon  our  land 
Severing  once  a  kindred  band, 
Child  and  father  ranged  for  strife, 
Brother  seeking  brother's  life! 

***** 

Thou  who  doth  unsheathe  Ihe  sword 

By  the  power  of  Thy  Word, 

And  can  by  Thy  mighty  will 

To  the  waves  say  "peace,  be  still" 

Galher  up  this  slorm  once  more, 
Where  "Thy  judgments  are  in  store," 
Send  Thy  holy  dove  of  Peace, 
And  our  fetlered  land  release! 

The  same  longing  for  peace  is  shown  in  the  verses  "Christ 
mas  Day,  A.  D.  1861,"  by  M.  J.  H.  But  it  must  be  a  peace 
with  victory.  That  was  the  earliest  conception.  By  the  lives 
of  her  sons  who  had  died  for  her  in  the  year  just  passed,  the  South 
was  resolved  on  whatever  sacrifice  it  might  cost  her  to  prevail, 
despite  the  fact  that  she  was  already  weary  of  the  struggle.  No 
better  expression  of  her  unchecked  purpose  may  be  found  than 
in  Mrs.  Warfield's  lines,  written  in  the  spring  months  before 
Manassas,  "The  Southern  Chant  of  Defiance."  With  Timrod's 
"Ethnogenesis,"  and  Randall's  "Maryland,"  it  stands  the  finest 
poetry  which  the  year  produced  in  the  Confederacy. 

1862  began  with  the  Confederacy  prevailing.  Nevertheless, 
the  first  six  months  of  the  year  seemed  to  bring  to  the  South 
nothing  but  gloom.  In  I  » -hi  nary  of  '62,  came  news  of  the  cap 
ture  of  Fort  Henry  on  the  Tennessee  River,  February  sixth,  and 
on  February  eighth,  of  the  fall  of  Fort  Donelson,  on  the  Cumber 
land.  There  was  much  more  importance  in  these  two  defeats 
than  at  first  appeared  to  the  poets;  for  these  forts  were  the  two 
most  valuable  gateways  to  the  Southwestern  Confederacy,  and 
thi-ir  fall  meant  not  only  the  first  break  in  the  Confederate  line, 
but  as  well,  direct  menace  of  Southern  control  of  the  Mississippi, 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  31 

and  New  Orleans.  It  foreshadowed  the  later  evacuation  of  Nash 
ville,  before  Grant. 

In  January,  the  month  before,  the  chief  theme  of  the  Southern 
poets  had  been  the  meditated  burning  of  the  cotton  crop,  by  the 
Southern  planters,  and  this  cry  of  "Burn  the  Cotton!"  had  brought 
forth  at  least  one  finely  phrased  poem.  In  February,  the  themes 
concerned  the  siege  and  evacuation  of  Donelson,  and  there  began 
the  days  of  wretched  anxiety  that  were  to  possess  the  Confederacy 
until  the  end  of  July,  when  the  land  was  to  know  that  the  Vir 
ginia  part  of  her  line  still  held,  and  Richmond  was  safe.  In 
March  McClellan  assumed  chief  control  of  the  Union  forces,  and 
began  his  Peninsula  campaign,  in  response  to  Lincoln's  reiterated 
cry,  "On  to  Richmond."  On  the  eighth  of  the  month,  the  Con 
federate  ram  "Merrimac"  out  from  Norfolk,  succeeded  in  break 
ing  the  Federal  blockade  of  Hampton  Roads,  much  to  the  con 
sternation  of  the  North.  The  next  day,  however,  in  her  encounter 
with  the  "cheesebox"  Monitor,  "the  turtle"  Merrimac  was  too 
badly  hurt  to  be  of  further  or  immediate  use,  and  the  elation  of 
the  day  before  gave  way  to  depression,  which  was  in  no  way  re 
lieved  by  the  events  of  the  next  few  months.  April  saw  the  prac 
tical  occupation  of  the  Mississippi,  with  the  fall  of  Corinth,  the 
evacuation  of  Fort  Pillow,  and  on  the  lower  river,  Farragut  and 
Porter's  occupation  of  New  Orleans.  Of  the  Mississippi  line, 
there  remained  to  the  Confederates  only  Vicksburg  and  Port 
Hudson.  For  the  South  everything  depended  on  the  defeat  of 
McClellan's  "On  to  Richmond"  march,  since  on  the  sixth  of  the 
month,  Albert  Sidney  Johnston,  attempting  to  retrieve  the  dis 
aster  to  the  middle  line  in  Tennessee,  had  engaged  Grant  at  Shiloh 
and  Pittsburgh  Landing,  with  tremendous  carnage.  The  battle 
had  proved  an  incomplete  Confederate  defeat,  but  what  was 
worse  for  the  South,  had  occasioned  Johnston's  death. 

To  all  of  the  many  events  of  these  opening  months,  the  Southern 
poets  made  continuous  response.  National  songs  inspiring  faith 
and  courage,  as  for  example,  Hewitt's  "Lines  Written  During 
These  Gloomy  Times,  To  Him  Who  Despairs,"  spoken  at  the 
Richmond  "Varieties"  by  Mr.  Ogden,  Wednesday  night,  May  7, 
1862, — occasional  verses  suggested  by  various  incidents  and  epi 
sodes  of  the  war's  progress,  camp  catches  and  marching  ballads 
praising  individual  troops  and  regiments,  the  poets  poured  forth 
in  unstinting  measure.  However,  the  death  of  Albert  Sidney 


32  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Johnston,  at  Shiloh,  made  a  deeper  impresssion  on  the  poets  than 
any  event  of  these  spring  months.  The  affection  and  pure  love 
which  the  Southerners  lavished  on  their  leaders  is  one  of  the  sev 
eral  remarkable  phenomena  of  the  war.  In  no  other  war,  and  in 
no  other  country  do  the  leaders  appear  to  have  been  so  beloved, 
so  idolized.  To  us  today,  the  expression  of  sentiment  seems  ex 
travagant  and  excessive.  One  attribute  it  has,  however,  and  one 
that  is  not  to  be  denied.  The  praise  of  the  South  for  her  great 
men  is  always  passionately  sincere.  During  the  war,  the  South 
erners  were,  as  never  before,  a  band  of  brothers.  There  was, 
therefore,  in  their  relations  with  their  great  men,  a  personal  con 
tact  and  appeal  which  in  the  North  was  not  so  keenly  felt.  Albert 
Sidney  Johnston,  who  with  Beauregard,  had  been  one  of  the  heroes 
of  Manassas,  was  the  first  of  Confederate  heroes  to  fall.  The 
South  mourned  him,  as  she  did  all  of  her  sons  who  fell  in  her 
defence,  truly  and  warmly. 

When  "Stonewall"  Jackson  died,  after  Chancellorsville,  almost 
a  year  later,  the  outburst  of  the  poets  with  dirges  and  elegies  was 
quite  typical.  S.  A.  Link  quotes  T.  C.  de  Leon,  the  editor  of 
South  Songs  (1866),  as  saying:*  "I  had  in  my  collection  no  fewer 
than  forty-seven  monodies  and  dirges  on  Stonewall  Jackson, 
some  dozen  on  Ashby,  and  a  score  on  Stuart."  Even  today  there 
are  extant  a  round  dozen  of  poems  lamenting  the  death  of  Albert 
Sidney  Johnston. 

With  all  the  sorrow  that  came  to  the  South  in  these  first  months 
of  depression,  it  is  pleasant  to  see  that  she  had  not  lost  the  saving 
humor  and  satiric  sense  that  was  so  to  strengthen  her  in  the  evil 
days  which  followed.  On  April  sixteenth,  for  example,  the  Con 
federate  Congress,  alarmed  by  the  condition  of  the  Southern 
army,  passed  a  measure  for  conscription.  This  was  commented 
upon  in  the  Southern  Literary  Messenger  for  the  month,  with  a 
delightful  epigram: 

Let  us  huil  in  this  crisis  the  prosperous  omen 

That  our  senate  shows  virtue  higher  than  Roman; 

It  has  spurned  all  tillrs  of  honor,  for  rather 

Than  claim  that  each  IIICIII|MT  !><•  called  "Conscript  Father," 

All  sclf-afigrandixcin<  nt    they  lay  on  the  shelves, 

And  declare  all  men  conscript*,  excepting  themselves! 


*See  War  Poets  of  the  South:  Singers  on  Fire,  S.  A.  Dnk,  p.  382. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  33 

During  May  and  June  of  '62  Jackson  and  Lee  endeavored  to 
arrest  McClellan's  progress  by  their  counter  campaign  in  the 
Shenandoah.  For  the  South  it  was  a  most  successful  move.  Not 
only  were  the  Southern  arms  carried  to  victory,  but,  through  the 
unfortunate  wounding  of  Joseph  E.  Johnston  at  Seven  Pines,  Lee, 
whose  fame  had  grown  in  the  Shenandoah,  was  placed  in  supreme 
command  of  the  army  of  Northern  Nirginia.  The  turning  point 
of  the  Southern  fortunes  had  arrived.  The  battle  of  the  Chicka- 
hominy,  Malvern  Hill,  and  the  Seven  Day's  fighting  before  Rich 
mond,  resulted  in  the  defeat  of  McClellan's  campaign,  and  Rich 
mond,  for  the  next  two  years,  was  saved. 

The  army  of  the  Confederacy,  through  the  hardships  and  re 
verses  of  the  first  year  of  fighting,  had  become  a  seasoned  and 
experienced  (though,  thanks  to  the  blockade,  a  sadly  ill-equip 
ped)  machine.  Its  three  great  leaders  were  Lee  and  Jackson  and 
Beauregard.  The  Southerners  at  home  were  beginning  to  be 
accustomed  to  the  privations  of  war.  They  were  all  as  confident 
as  ever  of  the  righteousness  of  their  war.  Thus  with  a  united 
Confederacy  behind  him  and  after  another  victory  at  "Second 
Manassas,"  in  '62,  Lee  began  his  ill-starred  Maryland  campaign, 
as  a  counter-stroke  against  the  Army  of  the  Potomac.  Lee's 
part  of  the  Confederate  line,  the  Army  of  Northern  Virginia,  was 
the  only  part  of  the  original  battle  wall  still  intact.  Butler  and 
his  forces  were  in  possession  of  New  Orleans,  the  fall  of  Vicksburg, 
already  in  siege,  was  but  a  matter  of  time,  and  in  the  West,  un 
certainty  still  prevailed.  John  R.  Thompson's  spirited  "A  Word 
to  the  West,"  was  written  when  Joseph  E.  Johnston  was  dispatch 
ed  to  relieve  Vicksburg.  It  was  at  the  same  time  an  answer  to 
A.  J.  Requier's  impassioned  plea,  "Clouds  in  the  West." 

Those  were  anxious  days,  indeed.  September  saw  the  desperate 
conflict  at  Sharpsburg,  the  bloodiest  single  day's  battle  of  the 
war,  which,  although  it  was  not  a  conclusive  defeat,  left  the  Con 
federate  forces  wretchedly  crippled,  and  brought  deepest  anguish 
to  the  South.  The  gloom,  however,  was  relieved  in  December  by 
Lee's  victory  at  Fredericksburg.  So  the  second  year  of  war  closed 
on  a  people  and  a  nation,  whose  hearts  were  sick  of  the  conflict. 
A  second  Christmas  came  to  the  Confederacy  to  find  only  the 
grim  realities  of  life  instead  of  the  plumes  and  pomp  of  circum 
stance  with  which  the  war  had  begun.  Mrs.  Preston  drew  the 
picture  for  her  countrywomen,  in  Beechenbrook: 


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How  ^addming  the  ehange  is!     The  season's  the  same, 

And  yet  it  is  Christmas  in  nothing  but  name: 

No  merry  expression  we  utter  today  — 

How  can  we,  with  hearts  that  refuse  to  be  gay? 

\\  e  look  back  a  twelfthmonth  on  many  a  brow 

That  graced  the  home  hearthstone  —  and  where  are  they  now? 

We  think  of  the  darling  ones  clustering  there, 

But  we  see,  through  our  tears,  an  untenanted  chair. 

None  the  less,  the  South  was  still  firm  in  her  resolve  to  battle 
to  the  end.  No  sacrifice  could  be  demanded  so  great  that  it 
would  not  be  willingly  offered  on  the  altar  of  Liberty  — 

Thank  God!     there  is  joy  in  the  sorrow  for  all  — 

He  fell  —  but  it  surely  was  blessed  to  fall; 

For  never  shall  murmur  be  heard  from  the  mouth 

Of  mother  or  wife,  through  our  beautiful  South, 

Or  sister  or  maiden  yield  grudging  her  part, 

Tho'  the  price  that  she  pays,  must  be  coined  from  her  heart. 

1863  proved  another  "Year  of  terror,  year  of  strife."  In  the 
far  South,  Butler,  in  possession  of  New  Orleans,  had  begun  his 
reign  of  terror  that  was  the  savage  inspiration  of  several  poems. 
From  Hayne,  in  particular,  it  wrung  one  of  the  most  powerful 
lyrics  of  the  war.*  Up  the  river,  the  siege  of  Vicksburg  still  con 
tinued.  How  spring  came  to  the  land  was  most  poignantly  ex 
pressed  by  Henry  Timrod,  in  "Spring." 

Spring,  with  that  nameless  pathos  in  the  air 

Which  dwells  in  all  things  fair, 

Spring,  with  her  golden  suns  and  silver  rain 

Is  with  us  once  again. 

****** 

Ah!     who  would  couple  thoughts  of  war  and  crime 

\\ith  such  a  blessed  time. 

Who  in  the  west-wind's  aromatic  breath 

Could  hear  the  call  of  Death! 

****** 

Oh!     standing  on   this  desecrated  mould, 
Mi-thinks  that    I   behold. 
Lifting  her  bloody  daisies  up  to  God, 
Spring   kneeling  on   the  sod, 


*Buller's  Proclamation1  by  Paul  H.  Hayne,  occasioned  by  Butler's  order  to 
the  effect:  "It  is  ordered  that  hereafter  when  any  female  shall  by  word,  ges 
ture  or  movement  insult  or  show  contempt  for  any  officer  or  soldier  of  the 
United  States,  she  shall  be  regarded  and  held  liable  to  be  treated  as  a  woman 
of  the  town,  plying  her  vocation." 


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And  calling  with  the  voice  of  her  rills 
Upon  the  ancient  Hills, 

To  fall  and  crush  the  tyrants  and  the  slaves 
Who  turn  her  meads  to  graves. 

Spring  brought  with  it  another  bloody  engagement  and  Con 
federate  victory,  the  Battle  of  Chancellorsville,  fought  in  the  first 
four  days  of  May.  In  that,  however,  it  caused  the  death 
of  Stonewall  Jackson  it  was.  next  to  the  actual  surrender  of  the 
Southern  army,  the  worst  blow  the  Confederacy  could  have  sus 
tained.  His  death,  some  one  once  said,  was  like  the  death  of  an 
army.  Certainly  it  took  from  Lee,  already  overburdened,  his 
good  right  hand. 

The  outburst  of  mourning  that  followed  on  Jackson's  death, 
has  already  been  noted.  The  South  and  her  poets  loved  him, 
not  only  as  a  leader,  but  personally,  as  a  great  and  good  man. 
He  represented,  moreover,  that  element  of  faith  and  religious 
fervor  which  was  one  of  the  essential  factors  of  the  Southern 
character,  and  without  which  the  faith  that  sustained  the  Con 
federacy  through  four  years  of  war,  and  the  days  of  ruin  that 
followed,  is  inexplicable. 

"Let  me  say,"  wrote  Dr.  Gildersleeve,*  "that  the  bearing  of 
the  Confederates  is  not  to  be  understood  without  taking  into 
account  the  deep  religious  feeling  of  the  army  and  its  great  leaders. 
It  is  a  historical  element,  like  any  other,  and  is  not  to  be  passed 
over  in  summing  up  the  forces  of  the  conflict."  Many  are  the 
poems,  the  "Prayers  for  the  South,"  and  the  individual  suppli 
cations  which  still  remain  to  attest  the  fact.  For  example,  there 
is  the  "Battle  Hymn  of  the  Virginia  Soldier,"  an  anonymous  lyric 
of  striking  beauty.  There  is  the  simpler,  yet  equally  sincere  and 
devout  "Soldier's  Battle  Prayer"  from  the  Southern  Literary 
Messenger  for  April,  '62.  "A  Mother's  Prayer,"  is  another  very 
touching  poem,  in  the  same  theme:  and  there  could  be  no  more 
impressive  evidence  of  the  true  religious  strain  in  Southern  hearts, 
than  the  verses,  terrible  in  their  satire,  and  burning  in  their  in 
dignant  phrases,  "The  War  Christians'  Thanksgiving,"  by  S. 
Teackle  Wallis  of  Maryland,  occasioned  by  the  Union  proclamation 
for  a  day  of  prayer  in  the  North,  and  "Respectfully  Dedicated 
to  the  War-Clergy  of  the  United  States,  Bishops,  Priests  and 


*See  The  Creed  of  the  Old  South,  by  Basil  L.  Gildersleeve,  p.  13. 


36  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Deacons."  Written  as  it  was  by  a  prisoner  then  in  the  dungeon 
of  Fort  Warren,  it  is  one  of  the  most  powerful  human  documents 
of  the  War.  At  the  same  time,  the  South  held  her  own  days  of 
national  prayer  and  fasting:  and  the  verses  which  her  poets 
wrote  on  these  occasions,  were  quite  in  character  with  the  national 
temper. 

In  the  dark  days  of  the  next  two  years,  the  South  was  to  find 
need  for  all  her  faith  and  confidence  in  the  right.  As  if  Jackson's 
death  was  not  sufficient  evil,  July  first  to  third  brought  Lee's 
defeat  at  Gettysburg,  and  on  the  day  after  this  battle,  the  fall  of 
Vicksburg,  on  the  Mississippi.  This  meant  the  complete  break 
ing  of  the  Confederate  line  in  the  Southwest,  and  the  return  of 
the  Army  of  Northern  Virginia  to  its  original  position  in  Virginia. 
To  complete  the  rout  of  the  Confederate  line,  the  Union  forces 
now  began  to  beat  through  the  Southern  defense  in  Tennessee 
and  Kentucky,  while  Lee,  back  once  more  in  Virginia,  manouvered 
to  and  fro  against  Meade.  In  the  Southern  campaign,  the  Con 
federates  were  steadily  forced  out  of  Tennessee,  and  Chattanooga, 
the  objective  of  the  Union  troops.  This,  (which  was  with  Rich 
mond,  the  last  important  strategic  point  left  to  the  Confederacy) 
was  wrested  from  Bragg,  and  occupied  by  Rosecrans  on  the 
ninth.  The  latter  thought  that  the  fall  of  the  city  would  be 
sufficient  warning  to  the  Southerner,  and  that  he  and  his  forces 
would  at  once  withdraw.  Far  from  doing  that,  however,  Bragg 
engaged  him,  ten  days  later,  at  Chickamauga.  It  was  a  two 
days'  battle,  on  the  nineteenth  and  twentieth,  and  was,  next  to 
Sharpsburg,  the  bloodiest  engagement  of  the  War.  Though  a 
Confederate  victory,  it  was  dearly  bought.  Yet  even  after  all 
her  suffering,  the  South  willingly  paid  the  price.  Verses  in  the 
Richmond  Sentinel  called  the  river  "Chickamauga,  The  Stream 
of  Death,"  where  the  foe — 

Learned,  though  long  unchecked  they  spoil  us, 

Dealing    desolation    round, 
Marking,  with  the  tracks  of  ruin 

Many  a  rood  of  Southern  ground; 
Yet,  whatever  course  they  follow, 

Sum -\\hrri'  in  thrir  pathway  flows 
Dark  and  deep,  a  Chickamauga, 

Stream  of  death  to  vandal  foes. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  37 

They  have  found  it  darkly  flowing 

By  Manassas'  famous  plain, 
And  by  rushing  Shenandoah 

Met  the  tide  of  woe  again; 
Chickahominy,  immortal, 

By  the  long  ensanguined  fight, 
Rappahannock,  glorious  river, 

Twice  renowned  for  matchless  fight. 

Heed  the  story,  dastard  spoilers, 

Mark  the  tale  these  waters  tell, 
Ponder  well  your  fearful  lesson, 

And  the  doom  that  there  befell; 
Learn  to  shun  the  Southern  vengeance, 

Sworn  upon  the  votive  sword, 
Every  stream  a  Chickamauga 

To  the  vile  invading  horde! 

None  the  less,  in  the  battles  that  followed,  the  Union  forces 
prevailed.  In  the  three  days'  fighting  before  Chattanooga,  cul 
minating  in  the  Battle  of  Missionary  Ridge,  on  November  twen 
ty-fifth,  the  Confederates  were  set  in  full  flight.  J.  Augustine 
Signaigo  described  this  fight  in  "The  Heights  of  Mission  Ridge." 
The  final  catastrophe  had  begun. 

It  had  been  threatening  for  a  long  time.  Ry  the  end  of  '63, 
nearly  every  Southern  home  had  suffered  some  loss  or  sorrow. 
"Our  Christmas  Hymn"  by  Dr.  John  Dickson  Rruns  of  Charles 
ton,  put  the  grief  of  the  land  into  words. 

Wild  bells!     that  shake  the  midnight  air 

With  those  dear  tones  that  custom  loves, 
You  wake  no  sounds  of  laughter  here 

Nor  mirth  in  all  our  silent  groves; 
On  one  broad  waste,  by  hill  or  flood, 

Of  ravaged  lands  your  music  falls, 
And  where  the  happy  homestead  stood 

The  stars  look  down  on  roofless  halls. 

Timrod's  "Christmas,  1863,"  shows  a  South  that  is  sobered, 
and  weary  of  battle:  who  with  no  idea  of  yielding,  nevertheless, 
yearns  for  peace. 

How  grace  this  hallowed  day? 
Shall  happy  bells,  from  yonder  ancient  spire, 
Send  their  glad  greetings  to  each  Christmas  fire 

Round  which  the  children  play? 


38  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

How  could  we  bear  the  mirth, 
\\  hile  some  loved  reveller  of  a  year  ago 
K •  .  |>>  his  mute  Christmas  now  beneath  the  snow, 

In  cold  Virginian  earth? 

*  •  •  .  *  * 

How  shall  we  grace  the  day? 
Oh!     let  the  thought  that  on  this  holy  morn 
The  Prince  of  Peace — the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born, 

Employ  us,  while  we  pray! 

***** 

He  who  till  time  shall  cease, 

Shall  watch  that  earth,  where  once,  not  all  in  \ain 
He  died  to  give  us  peace,  will  not  disdain 

A  prayer  whose  theme  is — peace. 

Perhaps,  'ere  yet  the  spring 
Hath  died  into  the  summer,  over  all 
The  land,  the  peace  of  His  vast  love  shall  fall 

Like  some  protecting  wing. 

*  *  *  *  * 

Peace  on  the  whirring  marts, 

Peace  where  the  scholar  thinks,  the  hunter  roams. 
Peace,  God  of  Peace!     peace,   peace  in   all  our  homes. 

And  peace  in  all  our  hearts! 

1864  was  a  year  to  be  endured  in  stricken  anguish.  After  a 
comparative  lull  during  the  first  months  of  the  war,  on  the  fourth 
of  May  three  Union  armies  moved  forward,  two  destined  for 
Richmond  to  shatter  what  part  of  the  original  Confederate  line 
there  was  left,  and  one  for  Atlanta  against  Johnston  and  Hood, 
M-Mirig  out  to  employ  the  troops  still  in  the  far  South,  and  keep 
them  from  the  relief  of  Lee  and  Richmond.  This  latter  campaign 
was  to  end  in  the  fall  of  Atlanta,  and  "Sherman's  March  to  the 
Sea,"  and  caused  the  invention  of  a  new  word. 

Gaunt  and  grim  like  a  spectre  rose  that  word  before  the  world, 
From  a  land  of  bloom  and  beauty  into  ruin  rudely  hurled, 
From  a  people  scourged  by  exile,  from  a  city  ostra<  i^.  <1 
Pallas-like  it  sprang  to  being,  and  that  word  is — Sheriiianized.* 

Atlanta  fell,  despite  Hood's  frantic  efforts,  on  September  third, 
'64.  Hood's  rashness  in  engaging  in  a  counter  attack  against 
Nashville,  cost  him  several  severe  defeats,  and  finally  his  army. 
Tennessee  was  thus  brought  entirely  under  Union  control,  and 


*See  "Shermanized"  by  L.  Virginia  French. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  39 

late  in  December,  on  the  twenty-fourth,  Sherman  occupied  Savan 
nah.  Two  poems,  by  the  same  author,  Alethea  S.  Burroughs  of 
Georgia,  commemorate  this  incident  most  poignantly ,  "Savannah," 
written  in  encouragement  when  her  ruin  seemed  impending,  and 
"Savannah  Fallen,"  written  after  the  occupation  of  the  town. 

On  the  way  to  Savannah,  Sherman's  route  had  lain  through 
Columbia,  which  had  been  pillaged  and  burned,  a  circumstance 
that  was  the  savage  inspiration  of  James  Barron  Hope's  flaming 
verses,  "A  Poem  that  Needs  No  Dedication."  The  sack  of  Col 
umbia  caused  the  evacuation  of  Charleston  by  the  Confederate 
forces,  then  directly  menaced,  and  before  the  oncoming  destroyer 
the  city  was  deserted.  The  pitiful  fate  of  the  city  which  had 
witnessed  the  birth  and  earliest  days  of  the  Confederacy,  could 
not  fail  to  stir  the  anguish  of  the  Southern  poets.  "The  Foe  at 
the  Gates,"  by  Dr.  Bruns,  for  example,  reveals  the  still  prevailing 
temper  of  the  South. 

Ring  round  her!     children  of  her  glorious  skies, 

Whom  she  hath  nursed  to  stature  proud  and  great; 

Catch  one  last  glance  from  her  imploring  eyes, 

Then  close  your  ranks  and  face  the  threatening  fate. 

To  save  her  proud  soul  from  that  loathed  thrall 
Which  yet  her  spirit  cannot  brook  to  name; 

Or,  if  her  fate  be  near,  and  she  must  fall, 

Spare  her — she  sues — the  agony  and  shame. 

From  all  her  fanes  let  solemn  bells  be  tolled, 

Heap  with  kind  hands  her  costly  funeral  pyre, 

And  thus,  with  paean  sung  and  anthem  rolled, 
Give  her,  unspotted,  to  the  God  of  Fire. 

Gather  around  her  sacred  ashes,  then, 

Sprinkle  the  cherished  dust  with  crimson  rain 

Die!     as  becomes  a  race  of  freeborn  men, 

Who  will  not  crouch  to  wear  the  bondsmen's  chain. 

To  the  poets  of  the  South,  the  fate  of  this  city  was  particularly 
significant,  for  if  any  place  may  be  said  to  have  been  the  literary 
centre  of  the  Confederacy,  it  was  Charleston.  There,  for  ex 
ample,  lived  Simms  and  Timrod  and  Hayne,  the  leaders  of  her 
lyrists,  who,  in  the  general  destruction  of  the  city,  suffered  the 
loss  of  their  homes  and  libraries.  Had  Charleston  been  spared 
to  them  and  to  others,  the  literary  history  of  the  South  in  the  days 


40  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

after  the  war  might  have  been  a  different  tale.  As  it  was,  the 
disaster  to  each  of  these  particular  men  proved  irretrievable. 

Lee,  during  the  summer  months,  though  stoutly  resisting,  and 
adroitly  circumventing  the  enemy  at  nearly  every  turn,  was 
nevertheless  being  forced  back  against  Richmond.  The  Battles 
of  the  Wilderness,  May  fifth  and  sixth,  the  Spottsylvania  fighting, 
on  the  eighth  to  the  twentieth,  and  Cold  Harbor,  on  June  third, 
resulted  in  advantage  first  to  one  side  and  to  the  other.  Then 
the  conflict  swung  below  Richmond  to  Petersburg,  and  for  the 
next  month,  the  Union  forces  were  halted  before  that  strongly 
fortified  town.  The  "Battle  of  the  Crater"  was  fought  on  July 
thirtieth,  over  ground  destroyed  by  Federal  mines,  but  it  was 
unsuccessful  for  the  Unionists,  and  their  losses  were  so  terrific 
that  for  the  next  winter,  at  least,  Richmond  was  safe. 

The  Petersburg  siege  is  noteworthy  since  during  it  were  written 
some  of  the  most  attractive  lyrics  of  the  war,  like  "Dreaming  in 
the  Trenches,"  by  Gordon  McCabe,  and  "A  Bloody  Day  is 
Dawning,"  by  William  Munford.  It  is  remarkable  that  such 
freshness  of  phrase  could  be  given  to  men  wearied  by  three  years 
of  disappointing  struggle.  One  may  imagine  that  this  is  but  an 
other  indication  of  the  vitality  and  spirit  that  was  an  integral 
part  of  the  Southern  character. 

By  the  end  of  '64,  the  Confederate  battle  wall  had  been  crumpled 
and  was  beated  in,  everywhere  except  in  Virginia,  before  Rich 
mond.  Peace  for  a  stricken  land  was  the  immediate  concern 
alike  of  poets  and  people.  Beyond  that  they  did  not  trust  them- 
selves  to  think:  but  peace  was  the  universal  prayer. 

Peace  1  Peace!  God  of  our  fathers,  grant  us  Peace  1 
Peace  in  our  hearts,  and  at  Thine  altars;  Peace 
On  the  red  waters  and  their  blighted   shores; 
Peace  for  the  leaguered  cities,  and  the  hosts 
Id  it   watch  and  hired,  around  them  and  within; 
Peace  for  the  homeless  and  the  fatherless; 
Peace  for  the  captive  on  his  weary  way, 
And  the  mad  crowds  who  jeer  his  helplessness. 
For  them  that  RiinVr.  Ihrm  that  do  the  wrong — 
Sinning  and  sinm-d  against. — O,  God!  for  all — 
For  a  distracted,  torn  and  bleeding  land — 
Speed  the  glad  tidings!  Give  us,  give  us  Peace.* 


•"Prayer  for  Peace,"  by  S.  Teackle  VVallis  of  Maryland. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  41 

The  end  came  quickly.  After  a  winter  of  preparation,  deter 
mined  among  the  Union  forces,  despairing  among  Lee's  men,  the 
attack  on  Petersburg  was  resumed  and  carried  on  April  second, 
of  '65.  The  next  day,  Richmond  fell.  Lee  found  escape  impos 
sible,  and  on  the  twelfth  the  little  white  farmhouse  at  Appomattox 
Court  House,  in  the  meeting  of  Lee  and  Grant,  witnessed  at  once 
the  death  of  a  young  nation  and  the  rebirth  of  an  older  one. 

Lyric  as  had  always  been  the  poetic  genius  of  the  South,  it  was 
but  natural  that  her  anguished  cry  of  despair  and  defeat  should 
be  put  into  the  mouths  of  her  poets.  For  the  most  part,  the  poems 
on  this  theme  are  of  beautiful  quality,  and  those  still  extant  form 
the  largest  single  class  in  the  war  poetry  of  the  four  years.*  Cor 
respondingly,  they  constitute  a  glass  wherein  one  may  see  how 
defeat  came  to  the  South,  and  how  she  met  the  challenge  of  the 
issue.  There  were,  of  course,  some  spirits  which  cried  out  be 
neath  the  unendurable  prick  that  death  itself  had  been  preferable 
to  defeat.  There  is  not  emotion  more  appalling  than  despair 
for  which  one  sees  no  relieving  element  of  comfort.  Such  poems 
as  "Stack  Arms,"  by  Joseph  Blythe  Alston,  "Doffing  the  Gray," 
by  Lieutenant  Falligant,  "The  Price  of  Peace"  by  "Luola"  or 
"Peace"  by  Alethea  Burroughs  of  Savannah  are  terrible  expres 
sions  of  this  attitude.  At  the  same  time,  there  were  those  who 
like  Mrs.  Preston,  in  "Acceptation,"  met  the  issue  more  bravely 
and  gently: 

We  do  accept  thee,  heavenly  Peace! 
Albeit  thou  comest  in  a  guise 
Unlocked  for — undesired,  our  eyes 

Welcome,  thro'  tears,  the  kind  release 

From  war  and  woe  and  want — surcease 

For  which  we  bless  thee,  holy  Peace! 

We  lift  our  foreheads  from  the  dust; 

And  as  we  meet  thy  brow's  clear  calm, 
There  falls  a  freshening  sense  of  balm 

Upon  our  spirits.     Fear — distrust — 

The  hopeless  present  on  us  thrust — 

We'll  front  them  as  we  can,  and  must. 

***** 

Then  courage,  brothers!  Tho'  our  breast 

Ache  with  that  rankling  thorn,  despair, 


*In  the  present  collection,  eighty-one  poems  are  definitely  concerned  with 
the  immediate  circumstances  of  defeat. 


42  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  tJie  Civil  War 

That  failure  plants  so  sharply  there — 
No  pang,  no  pain  shall  be  confessed; 
We'll  work  and  watch  the  brightening  west, 
And  leave  to  God  and  Heaven,  the  rest. 

There  were  others  who  accepted  the  inevitable  gracefully,  but 
defiantly. 

Weep,  if  thou  wilt,  with  proud  sad  mien, 
Thy  blasted  hopes — thy  peace  undone; 
Yet  brave,  live  on — nor  seek  to  shun 

Thy  fate,  like  Egypt's  conquered  queen. 

Though  forced  a  captive's  place  to  fill, 

In  the  triumphal  train — yet  there, 

Superbly,  like  Zenobia,  wear 
Thy  chains — Virginia  vicfrix  still.* 

There  were  yet  others  to  whom  the  fall  of  the  Confederacy  was 
typified  in  the  furling  of  its  banner.  Poems  like  "The  Conquered 
Banner,"  by  Father  Ryan,  and  J.  C.  M.'s  "Cruci  Dum  Spiro, 
Fido,"  and  A.  J.  Requier's  "Ashes  of  Glory"  are  typical  expressions 
of  such  spirits.  Then  there  were  those  who,  like  D.  B.  Lucas, 
"In  the  Land  Where  We  Were  Dreaming,"  began  to  regard  the 
struggle  as  the  passing  of  a  spirit  world  with  which  had  passed 
all  chivalry  and  beauty. 

There  are  many  of  these  verses  portraying  the  end,  each  slight 
ly  differing  in  spirit  from  the  one  before,  each  repaying  careful 
study  with  the  beauty  of  its  melody,  and  as  a  class,  forming  the 
noblest  group  of  the  war  poems,  whose  only  companions  may  be 
the  earliest  of  the  "Cry  to  Arms"  series.  Yet  these  poems  of 
defeat  are  infinitely  the  more  appealing  in  that  the  fire  and  dash 
of  the  earlier  verses  has  here  given  way  to  the  dignity  of  sorrow. 
"For  the  people's  hopes  are  dead." 

Hundreds  of  poems  written  during  the  four  years  of  conflict 
reflect  ritlu-r  individual  reactions  to  war  conditions,  or  incidents 
of  battle.  Besides  these  there  are  the  prison  verses,  hum 
orous  pieces,  and  the  southern  songs,  which  in  no  way  concern 
tin-  historical  passage  of  the  War.  There  are  poems  of  personal 
frrli n<_',  for  example,  like  the  exquisite  and  tender  "The  Con 
federate  Soldier's  Wife  Parting  From  Her  Husband"  or  Major 


*" Virginia  Capla  by  Mrs.  Margaret  J.  Preston. 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Cilil  War  43 

S.  Y.  Levy's  "Love  Letter,"  or  Fanny  Downing's  "Dreaming." 
There  are  poems  that  picture  the  life  of  the  civilian  population, 
like  "The  Homespun  Dress"  by  Miss  Sinclair,  or  the  anonymous 
"Your  Mission"  which  is  of  more  than  passing  interest  since  in 
the  South  it  was  attributed  equally  to  John  R.  Thompson,  Mrs. 
Preston,  Paul  H.  Hayne,  and  Mrs.  Browning.*  There  are  poems 
reflecting  the  ravages  of  the  war  on  the  families  of  the  soldiers, 
like  "Heart  Victories,"  "Somebody's  Darling,"  "Reading  the 
List,"  "Volunteered,"  and  "The  Unreturning."  One  could  con 
tinue  the  catalogue  indefinitely. 

The  prison  verse,  while  not  extensive,  is  for  the  most  part,  of 
good  quality.  There  are  five  men  whose  work  may  be  considered 
as  representative,  S.  Teackle  Wallis,  who  was  imprisoned  at  Fort 
Warren,  and  four  at  Johnson's  Island.  Wallis's  "To  The  Ex 
changed  Prisoners"  was  written  in  Fort  Warren  in  July  '62,  and 
is  one  of  the  first  of  the  prison  poems  which  we  can  identify  as 
such.  The  others,  Major  A.  S.  Hawkins,  Colonel  Reuhring  H. 
Jones,  Colonel  W.  W.  Fontaine,  and  Major  George  McKnight, 
("Asa  Hartz,")  wrote  two  years  later,  in  '64  and  '65.  Hawkins 
was  the  author  of  many  poems,  all  of  them  popular,  "The  Hero 
Without  a  Name,"  "To  Infidelia,"  "True  to  the  Last,"  "Give  Up," 
"A  Prisoner's  Fancy."  About  the  best  known  of  Ruehring  Jones' 
verses  were  "To  a  Dear  Comforter,"  and  the  rather  humorous 
"Rat  den  Linden."  Fontaine  was  the  author  of  many  poems, 
notably  "The  Countersign,"  "Virginia  Desolate,"  and  "The 
Cliff  Reside  the  Sea."  It  remained  for  "Asa  Hartz"  to  while 
away  his  prison  hours  in  writing  lines  so  delightfully  humorous, 
so  free  and  swift  moving,  that  it  is  difficult  to  believe  they  could 
have  been  written  within  prison  walls.  "Living  or  Dying," 
"Will  No  One  Write  to  Me?"  "To  Exchange  Commissioner  Ould," 
and  "My  Love  and  I"  are  among  the  best  of  his  lighter  verses: 
"Exchanged,"  and  "Farewell  to  Johnson's  Island"  are  of  more 
sober  temper.  "My  Love  and  I"  is  the  best  example  of  his  work: 

My  love  reposes  on  a  rosewood  frame — 

A  bunk  have  I; 
A  couch  of  feathery  down  fills  up  the  same — 

Mine's   straw,    but   dry; 

She  sinks  to  sleep  at  night  with  scarce  a  sigh — 
With  waking  eyes  I  watch  the  hours  creep  by. 


*See  South  Songs,  edited  by  T.  C.  de  Leon,  note  11,  p.  149. 


44  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Ciril  HV/r 

My  love  her  daily  dinner  takes  in  state — 

And  so  do  I  (?); 
The  richest  viands  flank  her  silver  plate — 

Course  grub  have  I. 

Pure  wines  she  sips  at  ease,  her  thirst  to  slake — 
I  pump  my  drink  from  Erie's  limpid  lake! 

My  love  has  all  the  world  at  will  to  roam — 

Three  acres  I; 
She  goes  abroad,  or  quiet  sits  at  home — 

So  cannot  I; 

Bright  angels  watch  around  her  couch  at  night — 
A  Yank,  with  loaded  gun,  keeps  me  in  sight. 

A  thousand  weary  miles  do  stretch  between 

My  love  and  I; 
To  her,  this  wintry  night,  cool,  calm,  serene, 

I  waft  a  sigh; 

And  hope  with  all  my  earnestness  of  soul, 
Tomorrow's  mail  may  bring  me  my  parole! 


There's  hope  ahead!    We'll  one  day  meet  again— 

My  love  and  I; 
We'll  wipe  away  all  tears  of  sorrow  then, 

Her  lovelit  eye 

Will  all  my  many  troubles  then  beguile, 
And  keep  this  wayward  reb.  from  Johnston's  Isle. 

The  poetry  dealing  with  incidents  of  the  war  is  varied,  and 
touches  many  subjects.  There  were  such  verses  for  example,  as 
"The  Silent  March,"  by  Walker  Meriweather  Bell,  written  on  an 
occasion  during  the  war  when  General  Lee  was  lying  asleep  by  the 
wayside  and  an  army  of  fifteen  thousand  men  "passed  by  with 
hushed  voices  and  footsteps,  lest  they  should  disturb  his  slumbers;" 
"Stonewall  Jackson's  Way,"  written  on  the  theme  of  the  great 
general's  ability  "always  to  be  where  needed  and  in  the  thick  of 
things;"  "The  Lone  Sentry,"  based  on  an  incident,  common  to 
all  wars,  of  the  great  general  relieving  a  weary  sentry;  "The 
Battle  Rainbow"  by  John  R.  Thompson,  inspired  by  the  rainbow 
that  appeared  the  evening  before  the  beginning  of  the  Seven  Days 
of  Battle  before  Richmond.  "The  rainbow  overspread  the  eastern 
sky,  and  exactly  defined  the  position  of  the  Confederate  army, 
as  seen  from  the  Capitol  at  Richmond."  There  were  poems  like 
"Music  in  Camp"  also  by  John  R.  Thompson,  suggested  by  an 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  45 

incident  that  occurred  just  after  Chancellorsville :  and  "The 
Unknown  Hero,"  by  W.  Gordon  McCabe,  based  on  the  discovery, 
"'after  the  Battle  of  Malvern  Hill,  of  a  [Confederate]  soldier  lying 
dead  fifty  yards  in  advance  of  any  man  or  officer,  his  musket 
firmly  grasped  in  the  rigid  fingers,  name  unknown,  simply  '2  La' 
on  his  cap." 

Another  interesting  group  of  poems,  closely  connected  with  the 
war,  although  not  with  the  actual  progress  of  events,  is  found  in 
the  national  and  the  army  songs  which  were  sung  in  camp  and 
field  and  by  the  fireside.  It  was  natural  that  "Dixie"  should  be 
the  most  popular  of  airs,  and  while  it  admitted  of  endless  variations 
and  sentiments,  the  words  that  were  generally  sung  to  it  were 
those  by  Albert  Pike.  The  Marseillaise  was  another  widely 
popular  air,  to  which  were  sung  any  number  of  poems.  One  of 
these  "The  Southern  Marseillaise"  by  A.  E.  Blackmar,  written 
early  in  1861,  was  sung  by  the  troops  as  they  marched  to  their 
assembling  points,  and  may  very  properly  be  called  the  Rallying 
Song  of  the  South. 

"The  Bonnie  Blue  Flag,"  by  Harry  McCarthy  was  the  favorite 
of  the  popular  national  songs.  It  was  first  sung  by  him  on  the 
stage  of  the  Academy  of  Music  in  New  Orleans,  in  September,  1861, 
and  caused  such  excitement  that  the  event  precipitated  a  riot. 
When  General  Butler  was  in  command  of  the  city,  two  years 
later,  he  threatened  to  impose  a  fine  of  twenty-five  dollars  on  any 
man,  woman  or  child  who  sang  it.  In  addition  he  arrested  the  pub 
lisher,  A.  E.  Blackmar,  destroyed  the  sheet  music,  and  fined  him 
five  hundred  dollars.  After  the  tune  became  established  as  a  fav 
orite,  Mrs.  Annie  Chambers  Ketchum  of  Kentucky  wrote  other 
words  to  the  air,  which  were  frequently  used.*  In  addition  to  the 
national  songs,  the  various  states  used  particular  anthems.  Mary 
land  had  Randall's  song,  "Maryland,  My  Maryland."  For  South 
Carolina  there  were  Timrod's  noble  lines  in  the  same  strain,  "Carol 
ina."  "Georgia,  My  Georgia"  was  written  by  Carrie  Bell  Sin 
clair,  and  the  "Song  of  the  Texas  Rangers"  by  Mrs.  J.  D.  Young. 
These  are  but  a  few  among  a  longer  list. 

It  has  been  saidf  that  while  the  Confederate  Army  was  not 
"absolutely  destitute  of  songs,  it  simply  lacked  a  plentiful  supply 

*See  The  South  in  History  and  Literature,  by  Mildred  Lewis  Rutherford, 
p.  254. 

|See  Three  Centuries  of  Southern  Poetry,  by  Carl  Holliday,  p.  112. 


46  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

of  songs  written  especially  for  the  moment."  This  is  far  from 
being  the  case.  Indeed,  the  camp  songs  and  marching  ballads 
written  in  the  Confederate  camps  during  the  war,  are  legion.  They 
vary  in  excellence  from  "The  Cavaliers'  Glee"  by  Captain  Wil 
liam  Blackford  of  Stuart's  staff,  to  the  extremely  popular  and 
delightful  4'Goober  Peas,"  by  A.  Fender.  For  the  camp  catches 
there  were  certain  stock  tunes,  such  as  the  "Happy  Land  of  Ca 
naan,"  "Wait  for  the  Wagon,"  "We'll  Be  Free  in  Maryland," 
"Gay  and  Happy,"  which  were  used  over  and  over,  and  to  which 
words  were  improvised  to  fit  the  occasion.  Even  the  slender 
Confederate  Navy  had  her  stock  of  ballads.  "The  Alabama," 
by  E.  King,  author  of  "Naval  Songs  of  the  South,"  is  the  best 
representative  of  this  class. 

It  is  not  strange  that  during  the  chaotic  days  of  the  Confeder 
acy,  poems  that  had  been  written  by  Southerners  in  ante-bellum 
days  were  published  in  the  South  as  of  Confederate  origin;  and 
that  poems  of  the  war  period  written  in  the  North  or  abroad 
should  be  attributed  to  Confederate  authors.  In  the  first  cate 
gory  are  verses  such  as  "My  Wife  and  Child,"  by  Henry  R.  Jack 
son  of  Georgia,  which  he  wrote  during  the  Mexican  War,  and  in 
the  second  class,  "The  Soldier  Boy,"  a  widely  popular  poem  which 
was  really  by  the  Englishman,  Dr.  William  Maginn  (1793-1842), 
whom  Thackeray  satirized  as  "Captain  Shalow"  in  Pendennis, 
but  which  was  assigned  to  "H.  M.  L."  of  Lynchburg,  and  even 
given  the  circumstantial  date  of  May  18,  1861.  Another  poem 
that  was  widely  copied,  but  which  was  really  written  by  T.  Buch 
anan  Read  in  Rome  in  1861,  was  "The  Brave  at  Home." 

Two  other  poems  whose  origins  have  attracted  much  attention 
are  "The  Confederate  Note,"  by  Major  S.  A.  Jonas  of  Mississippi, 
and  "All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac  Tonight,"  by  Mrs.  Ethel  Lynn 
Beers.  Major  Jonas  seems  to  have  established  unquestionable 
claim  to  his  poem  in  a  letter  to  the  Louisville  Courier,  under  date 
of  December  11,  1889.  The  poem  by  Mrs.  Beers  was  a  long  time 
claimed  for  Lomar  Fontaine.  Mrs.  Beers  had  written  the  verses 
in  1861,  in  which  year  they  had  appeared  in  Harper's  Weekly. 
Late  in  '62  they  began  to  circulate  in  the  South,  and  for  some 
unknown  reason  were  assigned  to  Lomar  Fontaine.  He  was  at 
once  showered  with  praise  and  eulogy,  but  it  is  interesting  to 
note  that  in  the  Editor's  Table  of  the  Southern  Literary  Messenger 
for  June,  1863  (p.  375)  at  the  end  of  verses  by  Henry  C.  Alex- 


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ander  "To  Lomar  Fontaine,  the  author  of  the  verses  entitled 
'All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac  Tonight,'  and  if  report  be  true,  one 
of  the  unrewarded  heroes  of  the  South"  the  Editor  has  subscribed 
the  following  discriminating  comment:  "It  is  questionable  whether 
Fontaine  wrote  the  'All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac.'  There  was 
no  occasion  to  incite  such  a  poem.  Our  pickets  along  the  Poto 
mac  were  rarely  if  ever  shot:  those  of  the  Yankees  were  shot 
night  after  night.*  We  have  heard  that  the  author  of  the  lines 
attributed  to  Fontaine  is  an  Ohioan.  A  brave  man — a  hero,  if 
you  will, — Fontaine  has  yet  to  prove  that  he  is  a  poet." 

One  other  poem  whose  origin  has  been  questioned  is  "The 
Countersign,"  which,  reprinted  in  the  Philadelphia  Press  in 
1861,  was  declared  to  have  been  written  by  a  private  in  Company 
G,  Stuart's  Engineer  Regiment,  at  Camp  Lesley,  near  Washing 
ton.  F.  F.  Browne,  in  Bugle  Echoes,  cryptically  adds:  "But  it 
may  now  be  stated  positively  that  it  was  written  by  a  Confederate 
soldier,  still  living.  The  third  line  of  the  fifth  stanza  affords  in 
ternal  evidence  of  Southern  origin."  This  Confederate  soldier 
was  Colonel  W.  W.  Fontaine. 

Metrical  study  of  the  Southern  war  poetry  leads  inevitably  to 
the  conclusion  that  Southern  temperament  lent  itself  naturally  to 
rhythmic  expression.  The  poets  of  the  South,  many  of  them  un 
trained  in  the  technique  of  their  art,  wrote  in  every  metrical  ar 
rangement  that  can  be  imagined,  from  curious  irregular  unrhymed 
rhythms  to  ballad  measure,  and  to  the  long  and  intricate  stanzaic 
forms  used  by  Simms  and  Timrod.  In  nearly  every  case,  ex 
cept,  of  course,  with  the  cruder  camp  songs,  the  verses  flow  felic 
itously,  and  the  effect  is  melodious.  Even  in  the  sonnet  formf 
although  the  Southerner  did  not  seem  capable  of  writing  a  true 
sonnet,  the  rhythm  moves  with  ease  and  harmony.  The  verses 
may  infringe  every  rule  of  the  sonnet  form,  but  the  result  is 
effective. 

Such  is  the  achievement  of  the  Southern  war  verse.  It  is  a 
wonderfully  effective  expression  of  sentiment,  and  becomes  all 
the  more  remarkable  when  one  considers  the  conditions  un 
der  which  it  was  created.  It  was  written  in  a  land  first  rich 
and  prosperous,  then  through  four  weary  years  ravaged  and 

This  was  probably  due  to  the  fact  that  the  Southern  slopes  of  the  river 
were  wooded  as  compared  with  the  rather  bare  Northern  side, 
fin  the  present  collection  there  are  seventeen  sonnets. 


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starved  into  ruin:  by  soldiers  in  the  field  and  in  the  prisons,  and 
women  suffering  silently  at  home.  Even  the  mediums  through 
which  this  poetry  was  published,  shared  the  vicissitudes  of  the 
land,  and  have  been  generally  destroyed  or  scattered.  Neverthe 
less  the  war  poetry  of  the  Confederacy  which  remains  to  us  today, 
stands  as  an  enduring  memorial  to  the  inherent  nobility  of  the 
Southern  heart  and  to  the  fidelity  of  devotion  to  principle,  which 
has  always  given  the  South  the  admiration  of  those  who,  while 
they  cannot  agree  with  her  point  of  view,  must  nevertheless  re 
spect  her  courage  and  spirit.  At  the  same  time  it  forms  a  notable 
contribution  to  the  literature  of  our  land.  Best  of  all,  this  poetry 
satisfies  the  function  of  those  "Sentinel  Songs"  of  which  Father 
A.  J.  Ryan  wrote,  on  May  sixth,  1867: 

When  sinks  the  soldier  brave 

Dead  at  the  feet  of  Wrong, 
The  poet  sings,  and  guards  his  grave 

With  sentinels  of  song. 

*  *  *  *  * 

\Vhen  marble  wears  away 

And  monuments  are  dust, 
The  Songs  that  guard  our  soldiers'  clay 

Will  still  fulfill  their  trust. 


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An  American  Anthology,  1787-1900.  Selections  illustrating  the 
editor's  critical  review  of  American  poetry  in  the  nineteenth 
century.  Edited  by  Edmund  Clarence  Stedman.  Boston 
and  New  York:  Houghton  Mifflin  Company.  The  River 
side  Press,  Cambridge,  1900. 

The  Creed  of  the  Old  South,  1865-1915.  By  Basil  L.  Gildersleeve. 
Baltimore:  The  Johns  Hopkins  Press,  1915. 

History  of  the  Civil  War,  1861-1865.  By  James  Ford  Rhodes, 
LL.D.,  Litt.D.:  with  maps.  New  York:  The  Macmillan 
Company,  1917. 

The  Photographic  History  of  the  Civil  War,  Vol.  IX.  Poetry  and 
Eloquence  of  the  Blue  and  Gray:  edited  by  Dudley  H.  Miles, 
Ph.D.,  Columbia,  introduction  by  Dr.  W.  P.  Trent,  of  Col 
umbia.  Appendix.  Songs  of  the  War  Days — Soldier  Songs 
and  Negro  Spirituels.  New  York:  The  Review  of  Reviews 
Co.,  1911. 

Poets  of  the  South:  A  series  of  Biographical  and  Critical  Studies 
with  typical  poems,  annotated  by  F.  U.  N.  Painter,  A.M., 
D.D.  New  York,  Cincinnati,  Chicago,  1903. 

The  South  in  History  and  Literature:  A  Handbook  of  Southern 
Authors  from  the  Settlement  of  Jamestown,  1607,  to  Living 
Writers.  By  Mildred  Lewis  Rutherford,  Athens,  Ga.  At 
lanta:  The  Franklin-Turner  Co.,  1907. 

South  Songs:  From  the  Lays  of  Later  Days.  Collected  and  Edited 
by  T.  C.  De  Leon.  New  York:  Blelock  &  Co.,  No.  19  Beek- 
man  Street,  1866. 

The  Southern  Literary  Messenger.  Dr.  G.  W.  Bagby,  Editor,  Jan 
uary,  1862.  Macfarlane  &  Fergusson,  Proprietors,  Rich 
mond,  Va. 

Southern  Prose  and  Poetry:  for  Schools.  By  Edwin  Mims  and 
Bruce  R.  Payne.  Charles  Scribner's  Sons:  New  York,  Chi 
cago,  Boston,  1910. 

Southern  Writers:  Biographical  and  Critical  Sketches:  "Irwin  Rus 
sell."  By  William  Malone  Baskerville.  September,  1896. 
Barber  &  Smith,  Agents,  Nashville,  Tenn. 

War  Poetry  of  the  South.  Edited  by  William  Gilmore  Simms,  LL. 
D.  New  York:  Richardson  &  Company,  540  Broadway, 
1867. 

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War  Poets  of  the  South:  Singers  on  Fire.  By  Samuel  Albert  Link. 
Nashville,  Tenn:  Barber  &  Smith,  Agents,  c.  1898. 


BIBLIOGRAPHY  OF  COLLECTIONS  EXAMINED 


Material  from  Boston 


Boston  Athenaeum, 
broadsides. 


Material  from  Baltimore. . 


Material  from  New  York ....  New  York  Public  Library  anthologies, 

Confederate  imprints. 

Material  from  Philadelphia.  .Library  Co.  of  Philadelphia: 

Main  branch. 

newspaper  clippings. 

Bidgway  branch, 
broadsides, 
songs, 

newspaper  clippings, 
Mr.  Samuel's  collection. 

1.  Maryland  Historical  Society. 

Scrap  book  of  broadsides 
(Mr.  Lennox  Birkhead). 

2.  Baltimore,   City   Librarian's  Of 

fice,  City  Hall. 
Ledger  1111, 

newspaper  clippings. 

Congressional  Library. 

broadsides  (MSS.  Division). 

magazines, 

anthologies, 

Confederate  imprints. 

Material  from  Cleveland Western  Reserve  Historical  Society. 

broadsides, 
anthologies, 
Confederate  imprints. 

Material  from  Private  MSS.  and  Miscellaneous  Sources. 


Material  from  Washington 


BIBLIOGRAPHY  OF  ANTHOLOGIES  AND 
CONFEDERATE  IMPRINTS 

Abram:  A  Military  Poem.  By  A.  Young  Rebelle,  Esq.,  of  the 
Army.  Richmond:  Macfarlane  &  Fergusson,  1863. 

["A  string  of  smoothly  running  rhymes  about  Lincoln,  Stonewall, 
McClellan,  Pope,  Burnside  &  Co.,  with  a  very  droll  preface  in 
place  of  an  appendix.  The  author  is  a  Texan,  and  we  doubt 
not  his  comrades  of  Hood's  old  brigade  will  enjoy  this  little 
book  nearly  as  much  as  they  do  a  hard  day's  fight  after  a  long 
march." — Review  in  The  Southern  Literary  Messenger,  for  March, 
1863.] 

Allan  s  Lone  Star  Ballads:  A  collection  of  southern  patriotic  songs, 
made  during  Confederate  times  .  .  .  compiled  and  re 
vised  by  Francis  D.  Allan.  Galveston,  Texas:  J.  D.  Sawyer, 
1874. 

American  War  Ballads  and  Lyrics:  Edited  by  George  Gary  Eg- 
gleston.  New  York  and  London:  G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  1889. 
The  Army  Songster:  Dedicated  to  the  Army  of  Northern  Vir 
ginia.  Published  by  George  L.  Bidgood,  Richmond,  Va.,  and 
printed  by  Macfarlane  &  Fergusson,  1864.  (Reprinted  by 
J.  W.  Fergusson  &  Son,  1902.) 

["This  is  one  of  the  almost  numberless  catalogues  of  'Songbooks,' 
'Songsters,'  etc.,  which  has  been  published  during  the  War, — 
rejoicing  in  such  patriotic  titles  as  the  'Rebel,'  'Stonewall,' 
'Soldiers,'  etc.,  which  with  a  most  refreshing  contempt  for  con 
sistency  in  name  and  date,  embrace  sprinklings  from  the  lyric 
music  of  almost  every  age  and  clime.  'No  One  to  Love,'  'Rory 
O'More,'  'Kathleen  Mavourneen,'  'Marseillaise,'  etc.,  etc.,  of 
course,  figure  extensively.  We  suppose  the  'Army  Songster' 
is  quite  as  good  as  the  rest,  and  we  are  not  quite  sure  this  is 
extravagant  praise." — Review  in  The  Southern  Literary  Mes 
senger  for  April,  1864.] 

The  Beauregard  Songster:  Being  a  collection  of  Patriotic,  Senti 
mental  and  Comic  Songs,  The  Most  Popular  of  the  Day. 
Arranged  by  Hermann  L.  Schreiner.  Published  by  John 
C.  Schreiner  &  Son,  Macon  and  Savannah,  Ga.,  1864. 

Beechenbrook:  A  Rhyme  of  the  War,  by  Margaret  J.  Preston. 
Richmond:  J.W.  Randolph,  121  Main  Street,  1865. 

Same:  Baltimore,  1867. 

Bugle-echoes:  A  collection  of  poems  of  the  Civil  War,  Northern 
and  Southern.  New  York:  White,  Stokes  &  Allen,  1866. 

The  Cavalier  Songster:  Containing  a  Splendid  Collection  of  Orig 
inal  and  Selected  Songs,  Compiled  and  Arranged  Expressly 
for  the  Southern  Public.  Staunton,  Va.,  1865. 

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Confederate  Scrap-Book:  Copied  from  a  Scrap-book  kept  by  a 
young  girl  during  and  immediately  aftor  the  war,  with  ad 
ditions  from  war-copies  of  the  "Southern  Literary  Messenger" 
and  "Illustrated  News"  loaned  by  friends,  and  other  selec 
tions  as  accredited.  Published  for  the  benefit  of  the  Memorial 
Bazaar,  held  in  Richmond,  April  11,  1893.  Richmond,  Va.: 
J.  L.  Hill  Printing  Co.,  1893. 

Corinth,  and  Other  Poems  of  the  War:  By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan. 
"Praeritorum  Memoria  Eventorum."  Lynchburg:  Johnson 
&  Schaffter,  Printers,  60  and  62  Market  Street,  1865. 

("Publicly  burnt  on  its  appearance  in  1865,  by  order  of  General 
Terry,  as  an  objectionable  and  incendiary  publication."  See 
Adams,  Dictionary  of  American  Authors  (1905),  p.  213.] 

Callings  from  The  Confederacy:  A  Collection  of  Southern  Poems, 
Original  and  Others,  popular  during  the  War  between  the 
States,  and  Incidents  and  Facts  worth  recalling.  1862-1866. 
Including  the  Doggerel  of  the  Camp,  as  Well  as  Tender  Trib 
ute  to  the  Dead.  "From  grave  to  gay,  from  reverend  to 
severe."  Compiled  by  Nora  Fontaine  M.  Davidson,  Peters 
burg,  Va.  Washington,  D.  C.:  the  Rufus  H.  Darby  Print 
ing  Co.,  1903. 

The  General  Lee  Songster:  Being  a  collection  of  the  most  popular, 
sentimental,  patriotic  and  comic  songs.  Arranged  by  Her 
mann  L.  Schreiner.  Published  by  John  C.  Schreiner  &  Sons, 
Macon  and  Savannah,  Ga.,  1865. 

Hopkins'  New  Orleans  5c  Song  Book.     New  Orleans,  1861. 

Immortal  Songs  of  Camp  and  Field.  By  Rev.  Louis  Albert  Banks, 
D.D.  With  portraits  and  illustrations.  The  B.  B.  Co., 
Cleveland.  The  Burrows  Brothers  Company,  Publishers, 
1899. 

Immortelles:  A  tribute  to  "The  Old  South."  A  Compilation  by 
Sarah  Robinson  Reid.  Little  Rock,  Ark.:  published  by  the 
Brown  Printing  Company,  1896. 

The  Jack  Morgan  Songster.  Complied  by  a  Captain  in  General 
Lee's  Army.  Raleigh,  N.  C.  Branson  &  Farrar,  Fayette- 
villeSt.,  1861. 

Original  Collection  of  War  Poems  and  War  Songs  of  the  American 
Civil  War.  Compiled  by  Angie  C.  Beebe.  Edited  and  Pub 
lished  by  The  Argus  Press  at  Red  Wing,  Minnesota. 

Our  War  Songs,  North  and  South.  Cleveland,  Ohio;  S.  Brainard's 
Sons,  c.  1887.  (Words  and  music.) 

Personal  and  Political  Ballads.  Arranged  and  edited  by  Frank 
Moore.  New  York:  George  P.  Putnam,  1864. 

The  Photographic  History  of  the  Civil  War,  Vol.  IX,  Poetry  and 
Eloquence  of  the  Blue  and  Gray.  Edited  by  Dudley  N. 
Miles,  Ph.D.,  Columbia.  Introduction  by  Dr.  W.  P.  Trent, 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  53 

of  Columbia.     Appendix:  Songs  of  the  War  Days — soldier 

songs    and   negro    spirituels.     New    York:  The    Review    of 

Reviews  Company,  1911. 
Poetry,  Lyrical,  Narrative  and  Satirical,  of  the  Civil  War.  Selected 

and    Edited   by    Richard    Grant   White.     New    York:  The 

American  News  Company,  1866. 
Rebel  Rhymes  and  Rhapsodies:  Collected  and  edited  by  Frank 

Moore.     New  York:  George  P.  Putnam,  1864. 
Richmond,  Her  Glory  and  Her  Graves.  Ry  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan. 

Richmond:  Medical  Journal  Printing  Co.,  1866. 
The  Royal  Ape:  A  Dramatic  Poem.     Richmond:  West  &  John 
ston,  145  Main  Street,  1863. 
Songs  and  Ballads  of  the  Southern  People,  1861-1865.  Collected 

and  edited  by  Frank  Moore.     New  York:  D.  Appleton  & 

Co.,  1,  3,  and  5  Rond  Street,  1886. 
Songs  of  Love  and  Liberty.  Compiled  by  a  North  Carolina  Lady. 

Raleigh,  N.  C.:  Rranson  &  Farrer,   Fayetteville  St.,   1864. 
Songs  of  the  Confederacy  and  Plantation  Melodies.  Compiled  by 

Mrs.  A.  Mitchell.     G.  R.  Jennings,  1907. 
Songs  of  the  South:  Choice  selections  from  southern  poets  from 

Colonial  times  to  the  present  day.     Collected  and  edited  by 

Jennie    Thornley    Clarke,   Philadelphia:   J.    R.    Lippincott 

Company,  1896. 

Songs  of  the  South.  J.  W.  Randolph,  121  Main  Street,  Richmond, 
Va.,  1863. 

[There  was  an  earlier  edition  in  1862.] 

Songs  Written  by  Capt.  T.  F.  Roche,  C.  S.  A.,  Prisoner  of  War  at 
Fort  Delaware,  1865.  Sung  by  the  Fort  Delaware  minstrel 
troop,  organized  by  the  Confederate  officers  to  aid  sick  com 
rades  in  hospital.  Winchester,  Va.:  The  Enterprise  Print 
ing  Company. 

South  Songs:  From  the  Lays  of  Later  Days.  Collected  and  Edited 
by  T.  C.  De  Leon.  New  York:  Rlelock  &  Co.,  19  Reekman 
Street,  1866. 

The  Southern  Amaranth:  A  carefully  selected  collection  of  poems 
growing  out  of  and  in  reference  to  the  late  war.  Edited  by 
Miss  Sallie  A.  Rrock.  New  York:  George  S.  Wilcox,  Pub 
lisher,  successor  to  Rlelock  &  Co.,  49  Mercer  Street,  1869. 

Southern  and  Miscellaneous  Poems.  Ry  Thomas  Q.  Rarnes, 
Mobile,  Ala.,  1886. 

Southern  Odes:  Ry  The  Outcast,  a  gentleman  of  South  Carolina. 
[C.  R.  Northrup.j  Published  for  the  benefit  of  the  Ladies 
Fuel  Society:  Charleston:  Harper  and  Calvo,  1861. 

The  Southern  Literary  Messenger:  Devoted  to  every  department  of 
Literature,  and  the  Fine  Arts.  Edited  by  Dr.  G.  W.  Ragby, 


54  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  tfie  Civil  War 

1861-1864,  and  F.  H.  Alfriend,  1864.  Richmond:  Publish 
ed  by  Marfarlane  &  Fergusson,  Proprietors,  1861-1863,  and 
Wedderburn  &  Alfriend,  Proprietors,  1864.  January,  1861- 
June,  1864. 

[Owing    to    war   conditions,    the    magazine    suspended    publication 
after  June,  1864.] 

The  Southern  Poems  of  the  War:  Collected  and  arranged  by  Miss 
Emily  V.  Mason.  Baltimore:  John  Murphy  &  Co.,  Pub 
lishers,  182  Baltimore  Street,  1867. 

Same.  Third  edition  revised  and  enlarged.     Baltimore,  1869. 

The  Southern  Songster:  A  collection  of  the  best  original  songs  of 
the  Confederate  states.  Published  for  sale  at  the  Southern 
Bazaar,  at  Liverpool,  October,  1864. 

Southern  War  Songs.  Atlanta:  Franklin  Printing  &  Publishing 
Co.,  1895. 

Southern  War  Songs:  Camp  Fire,  Patriotic  &  Sentimental.  Col 
lected  and  arranged  by  W.  L.  Fagan.  Illustrated.  New 
York:  M.  T.  Richardson  &  Co.,  1890. 

The  Stonewall  Song-Book:  Being  a  collection  of  patriotic,  senti 
mental  and  comic  songs.  Richmond :  West  &  Johnston,  1865. 

The  Sunny  Land,  or  Prison  Prose  $  Poetry:  Containing  the  Pro 
ductions  of  the  Ablest  Writers  of  the  South,  and  Prison  Lays 
of  Distinguished  Confederate  Officers,  by  Colonel  Buehring 
H.  Jones,  60th  Virginia  Infantry.  Edited,  with  Preface, 
Biographies,  Sketches  and  Stories  by  J.  A.  Houston,  Balti 
more,  1868. 

"The  land  we  love — a  queen  of  lands, 
No  prouder  one  the  world  has  known; 
Though  now  uncrowned,  upon  her  throne 

She  sits  with  fetters  on  her  hands." 

War:  A  poem,  with  copious  notes,  founded  on  the  revolution  of 
1861-62.  (Up  to  the  battles  before  Richmond,  inclusive)  by 
John  H.  Hewitt  .  .  .  Richmond,  Va.:  Weston  &  Johns 
ton,  1862. 

War  Flowers:  Reminiscences  of  Four  Year's  Campaigning.  Re 
spectfully  dedicated  to  the  Ladies  of  New  Orleans.  By  F. 
II.  1865. 

War  Lyrics  and  Songs  of  the  South.  London:  Spottiswoode  &  Co., 
1866.  "Printed  of  necessity  in  England,  and  not  revised." 

War  Poetry  of  the  South.  Edited  by  William  (Jilmore  Simms,  LL. 
D.  New  York:  Richardson  &  Co.,  540  Broadway,  1867. 

War  Poets  of  the  South  and  Confederate  Camp  Fire  Songs.  Com 
piled  by  Chsirli's  \\illiam  Hubncr.  Atlanta,  Ga.:  Chas.  P. 
Byrd,  Print*  r. 

War  Songs  rf  Poems  of  the  Southern  Confederacy,  1861-1865. 
Compiled  by  H.  M.  Wharton.  Philadelphia:  Winston,  1904. 


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War  Songs  of  the  Blue  and  the  Gray:  As  sung  by  the  Brave  Soldiers 
of  the  Union  &  Confederate  Armies  in  camp,  on  the  march, 
and  in  the  garrison:  with  preface  by  Professor  Henry  L. 
Williams,  etc.  New  York:  Hurst  &  Co.,  Publishers,  1905. 
War  Songs  of  the  South:  Edited  by  "Bohemian,"  Correspondent, 
Richmond  Despatch.  [W.  G.  Shepperson.]  Richmond: 
West  &  Johnson,  145  Main  St,  1862. 

["I  said,  I  knew  a  very  wise  man  so  much  of  Sir  Chr 's 

sentiment,  that  he  believed  if  a  man  were  permitted  to  make 
all  the  ballads,  he  need  not  care  who  should  make  the  laws  of 
a  nation."— Fletcher's  Political  Works,  p.  372.] 


ABBREVIATIONS  USED  FOR  ANTHOLOGIES 

Alsb Allan's  Lone  Star  Ballads. 

Amaranth The  Southern  Amaranth. 

Army The  Army  Songster. 

Barnes Southern  and  Miscellaneous  Poems. 

B.  E Bugle-Echoes. 

Beau The  Beauregard  Songster. 

Beechenbrook Beechenbrook:  A  Rhyme  of  the  War. 

Bohemian War  Songs  of  the  South. 

Cav The  Cavalier  Songster. 

C.  C Cullings  from  the  Confederacy. 

Cor Corinth,  and  Other  Poems. 

C.  S.  B Confederate  Scrap  Book. 

E.  V.  M Southern  Poems  of  the  War,  '67. 

E.  V.  M.  '69 Southern  Poems  of  ttie  War,  '69. 

Fagan Southern  War  Songs. 

G.  C.  E American  War  Ballads  and  Lyrics. 

Hopkins Hopkins1  New  Orleans  5c  Songbook. 

Hubner War  Poets  of  the  South  and  Confederate 

Camp  Fire  Songs. 

Im Immortelles. 

J.  M.  S Jack  Morgan  Songster. 

L.  &  L Songs  of  Love  and  Liberty. 

Lee The  General  Lee  Songster. 

Outcast Southern  Odes. 

P.  &  P.  B Personal  and  Political  Ballads. 

Phot.  Hist Photographic  History  of  the  Civil  War. 

Randolph Songs  of  the  South. 

Richmond Richmond,  Her  Glory  and  Her  Grains. 

Roche Songs  Written  on  Capt.  T.  F.  Roche. 

R.  R Rebel  Rhymes  and  Rhapsodies. 

S.  B.  P Songs  and  Ballads  of  the  Southern  People. 

S.  B.  Liv Southern  Songster. 

S.  L.  M The  Southern  Literary  Messenger. 

S.  0.  S War  Lyrics  and  Songs  of  the  South. 

S.  S South  Songs. 

Sunny The   Sunny   Land,    or   Prison    Prose   and 

Poetry. 

War War. 

W.  B.  G War  Songs  of  the  Blue  and  the  Gray. 

W.  F War-Flowers. 

W.  G.  S War  Poetry  of  the  South. 

W.  L War  Lyrics  and  Songs  of  the  South. 

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ABBREVIATIONS  USED  OF  COLLECTIONS 

R.  B.  B Collection  of  Broadsides  in  Ridgway  Branch 

of  Library  Company  of  Philadelphia. 
R.  B.  M Collection  of  Music  in  Ridgway  Branch  of 

Library  Company  of  Philadelphia. 
R.  N.  S Collection  of  Newspaper  Songs   in  Ridgway 

Branch  of  Library  Co.,  of  Philadelphia 

Md.  Hist.  Soc Maryland  Historical  Society,  Baltimore,  Md. 

Wash'n Collection    of    the    Congressional    Library, 

Washington,  D.  C. 
West.  Res Collection  of  the  Western  Reserve  Historical 

Society,  Cleveland,  Ohio. 

N.  Y.  P.  L Collection  of  the  New  York  Public  Library. 

Priv Private  MSS.  or  source. 

B. C.L., Ledger  141 1.  .Ledger  1411  in  Baltimore  City  Librarian's 

Office. 


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INDEX  OF  SOUTHERN  WAR  POEMS  OF  THE  CIVIL  WAR 

[Note: — Round  brackets  at  the  end  of  the  title  indicate  the  volume  or  one  of 
the  volumes  in  which  the  poem  may  be  found.  Wherever  the  poem 
appears  in  several  anthologies,  that  anthology  easiest  of  access  to  the 
general  reader,  has  been  selected.  Square  brackets  are  used  for  the 
interpolation  of  explanatory  matter. 

The  first  two  lines  of  each  poem  are  given  to  serve  as  a  check  since 
identical  poems  may  appear  under  corrupted  captions,  or  various  titles  ] 

Abe's  Cogitations:     (Randolph.) 

"We  ought  to  whip  them  rebel  chaps, 
I  think  so,  more  and  more"- 

Abraham  Lincoln:  The  Mohammed  of  the  Modern  Hegira.  New 
Orleans,  March  5,  1861.  (P.  &  P.  B.  from  the  New  Orleans 
Crescent,) 

At  midnight  in  the  Keystone  State 
Old  Abe  was  dreaming  of  the  hour — 
Acceptation:    By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston.     (E.  V.  M.) 
We  do  accept  thee,  heavenly  Peace! 

Albeit  thou  comest  in  a  guise" — 

Acrostic  [Davis]:  February  22,  1862.  (R.  N.  S.  from  the 
Charleston  Courier.) 

"Jehovah,  mighty  arbiter  in  earth  below, 
Ere  morning  stars  together  sang,  in  heaven  supreme," — 

Acrostic  [B.  F.  Butler}:  Baltimore,  March  14,  1863.  (R.  B. 
B.  Iltf.) 

"Brutal  by  nature — a  coward  and  knave, 
Famed  for  no  action,  noble  or  brave" — 

Acrostic  in  Memory  of  0.  Jennings  Wise:  By  Miriam.  (S.  L.  M. 
Ed.  Table,  September,  '63.) 

"()\»T  his  cold  brow 

Just  touched  by  Time's  soft  silver  tracery,"- 

Acrostic  on  Magruder:  By  G.  B.  Milner,  Harrisburg,  Texas. 
(Alsb.) 

"Much  hast  thou  suffered,  bright  Isle  of  the  Wave! 
.\h!      ran  an>om>  succor:  r;m  aimmr  save:1" 

Addition  to  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag:  A  Tribute  to  True  Kentuck- 
ians.  (W.  L.) 

"\nd  VM-  \\ill  add  another  rh«vr  for  our  Kentucky  State, 
Hi  r  -NOUS  in  tin-  iiu^t  ulorious  war  huve  proved  Ixjth  brave  and  great;" — 

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Address:  Delivered  at  the  opening  of  the  New  Theatre  at  Rich 
mond:  A  Prize  Poem,  by  Henry  Timrod.  (W.  G.  S.  from 

Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"A  fairy  ring 
Drawn  in  the  crimson  of  a  battle-plain" — 

Address  to  the  Exchanged  Prisoners:  On  the  31st  of  July,  1862,  all 
the  prisoners  of  war  in  Fort  Warren,  (about  250  soldiers  of 
the  Confederate  army)  embarked  for  Fortress  Monroe,  to  be 
exchanged.  They  left  in  Fort  Warren,  14  gentlemen,  who 
were  imprisoned  under  the  designation  of  "political  prisoners." 
These  were  all  Marylanders  by  birth,  all  but  one  (Mr.  Winder) 
were  residents  of  that  state  when  arrested.  On  their  behalf 
the  following  lines  were  addressed  to  their  departing  friends: 
By  T.  S.  Wallis,  Fort  Warren,  July  31, 1862:  S.  L.  M.,  July  and 
August,  1862.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  anchors  are  weighed,  and  the  gates  of  yon  prison 
Fall  wide,  as  your  ship  gives  her  prow  to  the  foam," — 

Address  to  the  Women  of  the  Southern  Troops:  Air — "Bruce's 
Address:"  By  Mrs.  J.  T.  H.  Cross.  (R.  R.) 

"Southern  men,  unsheathe  the  sword, 
Inland  and  along  the  board;" — 

After  the  Battle:  By  Miss  Agnes  Leonard.  (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Chicago  Journal  of  Commerce,  June,  1863.) 

"All  day  long  the  sun  had  wandered, 
Through  the  slowly  creeping  hours" — 

After  the  Battle  of  Bull  Run:    July  21,  [1861.]     (W.  L.) 

"Sadly  and  low, 
Hear  how  the  fitful  breezes  blow!" — 

Afraid  of  a  Dead  Baby:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Keep  here,  my  little  baby:  rest  alone! 
Not  in  thy  father's  tomb  can'st  thou  be  laid:" — 

A  labama:     (Randolph) . 

"Over  vale  and  over  mountain, 

Pealing  forth  in  triumphal  song," — 

The  Alabama:  Respectfully  dedicated  to  the  Gallant  Captain 
Semmes,  His  Officers  and  Crew  and  to  the  Officers  and  Sea 
men  of  the  C.  S.  Navy:  by  E.  King,  author  of  Naval  Songs  of 
the  South.  Richmond,  Va.,  George  Dunn  &  Co.  (R.  B.  M., 
1864.) 

"The  wind  blow  off  yon  rocky  shore 
Boys!     Set  your  sails  all  free" — 

The  Alabama  Cottage:    A  Homely  Scene.     (R.  B.  B.) 

"The  Alabamian  sat  by  the  chimney  side — 
His  face  was  wrinkled  and  worn." — 


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Albert  Sidney  Johnston:     (Im.) 

"Honor  to  him  who  only  drew 

In  Freedom's  cause  his  battle  blade," — 
Albert  Sidney  Johnston:    By  A.  G.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 
"I  heard  afar,  the  cannon's  roar, 

Its  lightning  flashed  from  shore  to  shore," — 

Albert  Sidney  Johnston:  Killed  at  Battle  of  Shiloh,  April,  1862. 
By  Fleming  James.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"  'Mid  dim  and  solemn  forests,  in  the  dawning  chill  and  gray 

Over  dank,  unrustling  leaves,  or  through  the  stiff  and  sodden  clay" — 
Albert  Sidney  Johnston:     Dirge  by  Colonel  A.  W.  Terrell.     (Alsb.) 
"Hush  the  notes  of  exultation  for  a  battle  dearly  won! 

Low  the  chief's  proud  form  is  lying — Texas  weeps  another  son!" — 
All  Is  Gone:    By  Fadette.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Memphis  Appeal.) 
"Sister  hark!     Atween  the  trees  cometh  naught  but  summer  breeze? 

All  is  gone" — 
All  Over  Now:    (Im.) 

"All  over  now!     The  trumpet  blast, 

The  hurried  tramping  to  and  fro," — 

All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac  Tonight:  By  Mrs.  Randolph  Har 
rison.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"All  quiet  along  the  Potomac  tonight, 

No  sound  save  the  rush  of  the  river" — 

All  Spice:  Or  Spice  for  All:  By  Cola,  Le  Diable  Baiteux. 
Baltimore,  March  7,  1862:  Baltimore,  April  1,  1862.  (R. 
B.  B.) 

"The  people  endure  all 

The   Hydropaths   cure   all" — 

All's  Noise  Along  the  Appomatiox:  Battle  of  the  Crater,  A.  D., 
1863.  (C.  C.) 

"All's  noise  along  the  Appomattox  tonight, 

For  Grant,  with  his  Whiteworth's  and  Parrots" — 

All's  Well:  By  Mrs.  Margaret  J.  Preston  of  Va.  (Amaranth, 
from  The  Land  We  Love.) 

"  'All's  well!'     How  the  musical  sound 
Is  pleasantly  smiting  the  ear," — 
AW s  Well:  Come  to  the  Rescue.     (R.  B.  B.) 

"One  night  of  late  I  chanced  to  stray 
Being  in  the  pleasant  sweet  month  of  May  dream." — 

Allons  Enfans:  The  Southern  Marseillaise:    Air  "Marseillaise." 

By  A.  E.  Blackmar,  New  Orleans,  1861.     (C.  S.  B.) 
("This  may  be  called  the  rallying  song  of  the  Confederacy.     Composed 
early  in  1861,  it  was  sung  throughout  the  South  while  the  soldiers  were  hurried 
to  Virginia  with  this,  the  grandest  of  martial  airs,  as  a  benediction."! 
"Sons  of  the  South,  awake  to  glory, 

A  thousand  voices  bid  you  rise" — 


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The  American  Star:  Air  "Humors  of  Glen."  Published  by  Louis 
Bonsai,  Baltimore  and  Frederic  Streets,  Baltimore.  (R. 
B.  B.  p.  7) 

"Come,  striking  the  bold  anthem,  the  war  dogs  are  howling. 
Already  they  eagerly  snuff  up  their  prey" — 

The  Angel  of  the  Church:    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.  January,  1864. 

(W.  G.  S.) 

"Aye,    strike    with    sacrilegious    aim 
The  temple  of  the  living  God;" — 

The  Angel  of  the  Hospital:  By  S.  C.  Mercer.  (R.  N.  S.  from  the 
Louisville  Journal.) 

"  'Twas  nightfall  in  the  hospital.     The  day 
As  though  its  eyes  were  dimmed  with  bloody  rain" — 

Another  Flag:  A  Second  Thought:   [By  C.  B.  Northrup.]    (Outcast.) 
"Whole  we  preserve  the  stars  and  stripes  and  blue 
Of  freedom's  ancient  flag,  it  will  not  do" — 

Another  Yankee  Doodle:     (R.  R.) 

"Yankee  Doodle  has  a  mind 
To  whip  the  Southern  traitors." — 

An  Answer  to  the  Poem  Entitled  "How  They  Act  in  Baltimore:" 
By  Redgauntlet.  (Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"When  our  ladies  on  the  street 
Yankee  soldiers  chance  to  meet," — 

An  Appeal:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Haste,  Kentuckians!     wait  no  longer; 
Rally,  and  you  will  be  stronger." — 

An  Appeal  for  Jefferson  Davis  To  His  Excellency,  Andrew  Johnson, 
President  of  the  United  States:  By  a  Lady  of  Virginia.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"Unheralded,  unknown,  I  come  to  thee, 
Who  boldest  in  thy  hands  the  scales  of  power;" — 

An  Appeal  for  Maryland:  By  B.  Baltimore,  January  20,  1862. 
(R.  B.  B.  84.) 

"Of  all  the  gems  that  gild  the  wreath 
Of  freedom,  the  blue  sky  underneath," — 

Appeal  to  Maryland:  From  a  Dying  Soldier  at  Manassas:  by 
a  Lady  of  Maryland.  (S.  L.  M.,  Oct.,  186].) 

"Oh  Mother!  my  Maryland!  will  you  awake? 

Hear  you  not  from  Manassas  the  thunder  of  guns?" — 

Appeal  to  the  South:     (R.  B.  B.) 

"Southrons!     since  we  boast  that  name; 
Southnors!     since  your  blood  we  claim" — 


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An  Appeal  to  the  South:  By  A  Daughter  of  Dixie  H.  Balti 
more,  Jan.  24,  1862;  also  Norfolk,  Va.,  Jan.  24,  1862.  (R. 

B.  B.  2  &  41.) 

"Hark!    o'er  the  Southern   hills   I   hear 
The  cannons  and  the  rifles  sound;" — 

(The)    Approaching    Battle    Hour:    By    Kentucky.     Richmond, 
Virginia,  June,  1862.     (S.  O.  S.) 
"Ah!     hovers  over  them 

The  gaunt  war-demon  fell;" — 

April  26th:  In  the  ceremonies  at  Memphis,  Tennessee,  26th 
April,  "In  Memory  of  the  Confederate  Dead,"  Dr.  Ford 
one  of  the  speakers  improvised  the  following  appropriate 
lines:  (E.  V.  M.) 

"In  rank  and  file,  in  sad  array 

As  though'  their  watch  still  keeping,"- 

April  Twenty-Sixth:  By  Annie  Chambers  Ketchum.  Memphis, 
Tenn.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Dreams  of  a  stately  land, 
Where  rose  and  lotus  open  to  the  sun" — 

Are  We  Free?  By  James  R.  Brewer.  Annapolis,  Oct.  22,  1861. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"Are  we  free?     Go  ask  the  question 
In  the  cells  of  Lafayette," — 

Are  You  Ready?     (Bohemian  from  the  Macon  Telegraph.) 

"Sons  and  brothers — near  and  far, 
Have  you  heard  the  tones  of  war?"- 

Arise!     Ye  Sons  of  Freeborn  Sires!    By  A.  E.  Morris,  Company 

C,  20th  Infantry.     (Alsb.) 

"Arise!     ye  sons  of  freeborn  sires,  arise!     your  country  save! 
Kindle  again  the  wonted  fires  that  animate  the  brave:" — 

Arlington:    By  Margaret  J.  Preston.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"You  stand  upon  the  chasm's  brink 
That  yawns  so  deadly  deep," — 

Arm  for  The  Southern  Land:  By  General  Mirabeau  B.  Lamar. 
(S.  B.  P.) 

"Arm  for  the  Southern  land, 

AH  fear  of  death  di-thinim,';" — 

The  Army  and  Its  Flag  of  Stars  and  Stripes:  [By  C.  B.  Nor  thru  p] 
(Outcast.) 

"In  Liberty's  great  war" — 

Arouse,  Kentuckians!    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Arouse.   Krntuckians,  or  my  heart  will  break! 
What  though  by  thousands  hrrthren  may  forsake"— 


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Ashby:    By  John  R.  Thompson  of  Virginia.     Richmond,  June 
13,  1862:  S.  L.  M.,  Editor's  Table,  May,  1862.     (S.  S.) 

"To  the  brave  all  homage  render! 
Weep,  ye  skies  of  June!" — 

The  Ashbys:    By  D.  B.  Lucas,  of  Va.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"And  lo!     there  galloped  through  the  gates  of  war 

Two  brothers,  riding  side  by  side,  with  spurs," — 

Ashby's  Avengers:     Air  "Annie  Lyle."     (Cav.) 
"Down  where  the  Southern  army 
Near  Virginia's  side," — 

Ashby' s  Death:    Air:  "Annie  Laurie."     (Cav.) 
"A  wail  sweeps  o'er  the  Valley, 
Virginia's  deep  with  woe." — 

Ashes  of  Glory:    By  A.  J.  Requier.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Fold  up  the  gorgeous  silken  sun, 
By  bleeding  martyrs  blest," 

At  Fort  Pillow:    By  James  R.  Randall.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Wil 
mington  Journal,  April  25,  1864.) 

"You  shudder  as  you  think  upon 
The  carnage  of  the  grim  report" — 

At  Galveston,  Texas:    By  H.  L.  Flash.     (Alsb.) 

"We  parted,  love,  some  months  ago,  in  pleasant  summer  weather; 
You  blamed  the  fates  that  you  and  I  could  not  remain  together;" — 

Attention!      By  B.     Baltimore,  Oct.  16,  1861.     (R.  B.  B.  7.) 

"Hearken,  friends  and  foes  now  hearken 
See  Abe  Lincoln's  prospects  darken;" — 
Audax  Omnia  Perpeti,  etc.     By  B.     (R.  B.  B.  4.) 

"Come  pretty  muse,  give  me  your  help, 
Keen  make  my  pen  as  the  teamster's  lash" — 

Auld  Lang  Syne:    A   supposed   song   of  Morgan's  Cavalry  on 
entering  a  Kentucky  town.     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Shall  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  not  now  be  brought  to  mind?" — 

Autumn  Thoughts,  1862:    By  Miss  Mary  A.  Grason.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

Our  Autumn  comes  with  tender  glow; 
A  golden  haze  is  on  the  hills," — 

The  Autumn  Rain:    By  Susan  Archer  Talley.     Richmond,  Va. 

(E   V.  M.) 

"Softly,  mournfully,  slowly, 

Droppeth  the  rain  from  the  eaves" — 

The  Avatar  of  Hell:     Sonnet,  by  "Pax."     (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Six  thousand  years  of  commune,  God  with  man, 
Two  thousand  years  of  Christ,  yet  from  such  roots" — 


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Awake!    Arise!    By  G.  W.  Archer,  M.  D.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Sons  of  the  South,  awake,  arise! 

A  million  foes  sweep  down  amain," — 

Awake  in  Dixie:    By  H.  T.   S.,  Winchester,  Va.,  February  24, 
1862.     Air,  "Dixie's  Land/'     (B.  B.  B.  7.) 
"Hear  ye  not  the  sound  of  battle, 
Sabres'  clash  and  muskets'  rattle:" — 

Away  with  the  Dastards  Who  Whine  of  Defeat:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne 
of  S.  C.     Charleston,  May  10,  1862.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Away  with  the  dastards  who  whine  of  defeat 
And  hint  that  the  day  of  destruction  draws  near," — 

Away  with  the  Stripes:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Hoi     away  with  the  stripes,  the  despots'  fit  flag! 
The  stars  and  the  stripes  are  the  bully's  great  "brag":" — 

A  Ballad  for  the  Young  South:    By  Joseph  Brennan.     S.  L.  M., 
Feb.,  1861,  from  the  New  Orleans  Crescent.     (S.  S.) 
"Men  of  the  South!     Our  foes  are  up 
In  fierce  and  grim  array;*' — 

The  Ballad  of  the  Bight:    By  J.  W.  Overall.     (S.  S.  from  the  New 

Orleans  True  Delta.) 

"In  other  days  our  fathers'  love  was  loyal,  full  and  free, 
For  those  they  left  behind  them  in  the  Island  of  the  Sea;" — 

A  Ballad  of  the  War:  By  George  Herbert  Sass,  of  Charleston, 
S.  C.  (W.  G.  S.,  originally  published  in  Southern  Field  and 
Fireside.) 

"Watchmen,  what  of  the  night? 
Through  the  city's  darkening  street" — 

Baltimore:    (West.  Bes.) 

"Hail,  queen  of  cities,  birthplace  of  the  just, 
Oh  how  cast  down!  by  Northern  vandals  crushed." — 

Baltimore:  By  C.  (Mr.  Samuel's  Scrapbook:  Bidgway  Li 
brary.) 

"Hail,  queen  of  cities,  birthplace  of  the  just, 

Oh  how  cast  down!    By  Northern  vandals  crushed," — 

Baltimore  Girk:    Air,  "Dearest  Mae."     (West  Bes.) 
"O  the  girls  of  dear  old  Baltimore, 
So  beautiful  and  fair," — 

The  Band  in  the  Pines:  Heard  after  Pelham  died:  by  John  Esten 
Cooke.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Oh,  band  in  the  pine-wood,  cease! 

Cease  with  your  splendid  call:" — 


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Banks'  Skedaddle:     (Alsb.) 

"You  know  the  Federal  General  Banks, 
Who  came  through  Louisiana  with  his  forty  thousand  Yanks;" — 

Banner  Song:  Written  and  Expressly  Dedicated  to  the  Armstrong 
Guards.  By  Wm.  H.  Holcombe,  M.  D.  (S.  L.  M.,  July  1861.) 

"See  our  banner  floating  high 
Stars  in  freedom's  shining  sky;" — 

The  Banner-Song:    By  James  B.  Marshall.     (R.  R.) 

"Up,  up  with  the  banner,  the  foe  is  before  us, 

His  bayonets  bristle,  his  sword  is  unsheathed," — 
The  Barefooted  Boys:     (S.  S.) 

"By  the  sword  of  St.   Michael 
The  old  dragon  through!" — 

The  Bars  and  Stars:    Air,  "Star  Spangled  Banner:"  by  A.  W. 
Haynes.     (Randolph.) 
"Oh,  the  tocsin  of  war  still  resounds  o'er  the  land, 

And  legions  of  braves  are  now  rushing  to  battle," — 

Le  Bataille  des  Mouchoirs:  The  Greatest  Battle  of  the  War: 
fought  Feb.  20,  1863.  By  a  young  lady  of  17,  Eugenie. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Oct.,  '63.) 

"Of  all  the  battles,  modern  or  old, 
By  poet  sung  or  historian  told," — 

The  Battle  at  Bethel:  Air,  "Dixie."  (Bohemian  from  the  Rich 
mond  Whig.) 

"Send  out  the  news  from  West  to  South  and  spread  it  through  the  land, 
Our  noble  boys  have  met  the  foe  at  Bethel," — 

The  Battle  at  Bull  Run:  By  Ruth.  Louisville,  Ky.,  July  24, 
1861.  (R.  R.) 

"Forward,  my  brave  columns,  forward! 
No  other  word  was  spoken;" — 

Battle  at  Bull's  Run:     (R.  B.  B.  7.) 

"Oh  be  easy,  don't  you  tease  me, 
While  I  sing  a  bit  of  fun," — 

Battle  Before  Richmond':    By  G.  B.  S.,  1862.     (W.  L.) 
"Slowly  the  great  sun  rose  o'er  Richmond's  hills, 
Calmly  the  noble  river  waved  along," — 

Battle  Call,  Nee  temere,  nee  timide:    Dedicated  to  her  countrymen, 
the  Cavaliers  of  the  South,  by  Annie  Chambers  Ketchum. 
Dunrobin  Cottage,  May,  1861.     (R.  R.) 
"Gentlemen  of  the  South! 

Gird  on  your  flashing  swords!" — 

The  Battle  Call:  By  Mrs.  E.  V.  McCord  Vernon,  Richmond,  Va., 
Feb.  20,  1862.  (C.C.) 

"Rise  Southerner!     the  day  of  your  glory, 
The  hour  of  your  destiny's  near" — 


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Battle  Call  to  Kentucky,  1862:    By  Walker  Meriweather    Bell. 
(Amaranth.) 

"Arouse  thee,  Kentucky!  the  graves  of  tny  8|reg 

Are  pressed  by  the  foot  of  the  foe." — 
Battle  Cry  of  Freedom:    By  Wm.  H.  Barnes.     (Lee.) 

"Our  flag  is  proudly  floating  on  the  land  and  on  the  main, 
Shout,  shout  the  battle  cry  of  freedom." — 

The  Battle  Cry  of  the  South:    By  James  B.  Bandall.      (W.  G.  S.) 

"Brothers,  the  thunder-cloud  is  black, 

And  the  wail  of  the  South  wings  forth;" — 

Battle  Eve:    By  Susan  Archer  Talley.    S.  L.   M.,  Aug.,   1861. 
(S.  S.) 

"I  see  the  broad  red  setting  sun 
Sink  slowly  down  the  sky;" — 

The  Battle-Field  of  Manassas:    By  M.  F.  Bigney.     (R.  B.) 

"Fill,   fill   the  trump  of  fain- 

With  the  name, — 
Manassas," — 

Battle  Hymn:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury). 

"Lord  of  Hosts,  that  beholds  us  in  battle,  defending 
The  homes  of  our  sires  'gainst  the  hosts  of  the  foe" — 

Battle  Hymn:  Columns  Steady:    By  Wm.  Gilmore  Simms.    (Bo 
hemian.) 

"Columns  steady!  make  ye  ready — with  the  steel  and  rifle  ready! 
Wait  the  signal!  wait  the  moment — soul  and  steel  and  weapon  steady!" — 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Virginia  Soldier:     (B.  B.  B.  8.) 

"Father  of  earth  and  heaven,  I  call  thy  name! 

Round  me  the  smoke  and  shout  of  battle  roll;" — 

Battle  Ode  to  Virginia:     (B.  B.) 

"Old    Virginia!     virgin    crowned 
Daughter  of  the  royal  Bess," — 

Battle  of  Belmont:     (Wash'n.) 

"I  sing  of  the  Battle  of  Belmont,  'twas  near  Columbus  town 
The  Yankees  in  great  numbers  from  Cairo  did  come  down." — 

Battle  of  Belmont:    By  J.  Augustine  Signaigo.     W.  G.  S.  from 
the  Memphis  Appeal,  Dec.  21,  1861.) 

"Now  glory  to  our  Southern  causr,  .iml  praiaes  be  to  God 

That  He  hath  met  the  Southron's  foe  and  scourged  him  with 

His   rod:"- 
Battle  of  Bethel:     (Randolph.) 

"Saw  ye  not  the  ruddy  sunlight; 
Glancing  o'er  the  hill-tops  far," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  67 

The  Battle  of  Bethel  Church:  (C.  C.  from  the  New  Orleans  Delta, 
10  June,  1861.) 

"As  hurtles  the  tempest 
Proclaiming  the  storm," — 

Battle  of  Big  Bethel:     (West  Res.) 

"Though  Butler  be  a  hero, 
Who  ne'er  has  powder  smelt," — 

The  Battle  of  Buena  Vista:  Inscribed  to  Jefferson  Davis:  by  a 
Mississippian.  (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Louisville  Courier,  April 
1866.) 

"It  was  upon  the  battle  field 

Where  lay  the  dead  and  dying" — 

The  Battle  of  Charleston  Harbor:  April  7th,  1863:  by  Paul  H. 
Hayne.  (W.  C.  S.) 

"Two  hours  or  more,  beyond  the  prime  of  a  blithe  April  day, 

The  Northman's  mailed  'Invincibles'  steamed  up    air  Charles 
ton    Bay;" — 

Battle  of  Galveston:  Air,  "The  Harp  that  Once  Through  Tara's 
Halls:"  by  Mrs.  E.  L.  Caplen,  of  Galveston.  (Alsb.) 

"  'Twas  on  that  dark  and  fearful  morn 
That  anxious  hearts  beat  high!" — 

The  Battle  of  Great  Bethel:  Fought  on  Sunday,  June  9,  1861. 
Dedicated  to  Magruder  and  his  command:  by  "C.,"  an 
American  patriot  not  14  years  old.  (Mr.  Samuel's  Scrapbook, 
Ridgway  Library.) 

"Brave  Virginians!  on  this  day 

Drive  the  Northern  horde  away!" — 

Battle  of  Hampton  Roads:  By  Ossian  D.  Gorman.  (W.  G.  S. 
from  the  Macon  Daily  Telegraph.) 

"Ne'er  had  a  scene  of  beauty  smiled 

On  placid  waters  'neath  the  sun." — 

The  Battle  of  Hampton  Roads:    Ry  Tenella,  [Mrs.  Clarke  of  N.  C.] 

(E.  V.  M.) 

"Now,  once  again,  let  Southern  hearts  unite  in  thankful  praise, 
To  the  mighty  God  of  battle,  mysterious  in  his  ways;" — 

Battle  of  Manassas:    July  21,  1861.     (W.  L.) 

"The  bridal  of  the  earth  and  sky!     the  blessed  Sabbath-morn, 
Brightens  into  the  perfect  day  from  its  soft  rosy  dawn;" — 

The  Battle  of  Manassas:  Dedicated  to  General  Beauregard,  C. 
S.  A. :  by  Mrs.  Clarke,  wife  of  Colonel  Clarke,  14th  Regiment, 

N.  C.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"  'Now  glory  to  the  Lord  of  Hosts!'     oh!  bless  and  praise  His  name, 
That  He  hath  battled  in  our  cause,  and  brought  our  foes  to  shame." — 


68  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Battle  of  Manassas   (July  21,  1861):    By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan. 
(Corinth.) 

"Clear  rises  now,  the  glorious  sun, 

No  cloud  bedims  the  sky,"- 

The  Battle  of  Manassas:    By  Susan  Archer  Talley:     Richmond, 
Aug.  3,  1861.    S.  L.  M.,  Sept.,  1861.     (R.  B.  B.  61.) 

"Now  proudly  lift,  of  sunny  South, 
Your  glad  triumphal  strains," — 

The  Battle  of  Richmond.     (Psalm  xliv.  3-4):    By  George  Herbert 
Sass,  Charleston,  S.  C.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Now  blessed  be  the  Lord  of  Hosts  through  all  our  Southern  land, 
And  blessed  be  His  holy  name,  in  whose  great  might  we  stand;" — 
The  Battle  of  St.  Paul's  (N.  0.) :     Sung  by  a  Louisiana  Soldier. 
Conquered  Territory  of  Louisiana,  New  Orleans,  Aug.   17, 
1866.     (C.  C.) 

"Come  boys  and  listen  while  I  sing 

The  greatest  fight  yet  fought" — 
Battle  of  Shiloh:    Louisville,  Ky.     (W.  L.) 

"Quick,  the  cannon's  shot  did  pour 

Belching  death  at  every  roar," — 

Battle  of  Shiloh  Hill:    Air,  "Wandering  Sailor,"  by  M.  B.  Smith, 
Company  C,  2nd  Regiment,  Texas  Volunteers.     (Alsb.) 
"Come  all  you  valiant  soldiers,  and  a  story  I  will  tell, 

It  is  of  a  noted  battle  you  all  remember  well;" — 
The  Battle  of  the  Mississippi:     (R.  R.) 

"The  tyrants'  broad  pennant  is  floating 

In  the  South,  o'er  our  waters  so  blue;" — 

The  Battle  of  the  Stove  Pipes:    [By  Nannie  Lemmon  (?).]     (R. 
B.  B.  86^) 

"On  Munson's  heights  the  Rebel  Banners  wave. 

Their  hungry  hosts,  their  "loyal"  legions  brave," — 
The  Battle  Rainbow:    By  John  R.  Thompson,  of  Va.     S.  L.  M., 
June,  '62.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  warm  weary  day  was  departing,  the  smile 

Of  the  sunset  gave  token  the  tempest  had  ceased." — 
Battle-Song:  '  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Have  you  counted  up  the  cost 
What  is  gained  and  what  is  lost" — 

Battle-Song:    Air,  "Humors  of  Glen."     (Randolph.) 

"Come  strike  the  loud  anthem!  Again  must  the  story 
Of  Freedom,  down-trodden  by  tyrants,  be  toldl" — 
Bailie  Song:     Dedicated  to  Captain  l>< -n  Lane  Posey,  who  com 
manded  the  Red  Eagle  Battery  at  Pensacola.     (S.  L.  M.,  Ed. 
Table,  June  '62,  from  the  Montgomery  Mail.) 
"Oh,  give  us  a  song,  an  Eagle's  Song — 
Our  labor  and  toil  rewarding," — 


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Battle  Song  of  the  "Black  Horsemen:"  Air,  "Dixie :"  By  C.  Win 
chester,  Va.,  Oct.,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.  p.  8.) 

"We  have  come  from  the  brave  Southwest 
On  fairy  steeds,  with  throbbing  breast," — 

Battle  Song  of  the  Invaded:     (R.  R.) 

"The  foe!     They  come!     They  come! 
Light  up  the  beacon  pyre;" — 

Battle  Song  of  the  Maryland  Line:     (R.  B.  B.  77.) 
"To  arms!  to  arms!     the  fight's  begun 
Virginia  sounds  the  call; — 

Battle  Song  of  the  South:     By  P.  E.  Collins.     (Fag.) 

"Land  of  our  birth,  thee,  thee  I  sing, 
Proud  heritage  is  thine," — 

Bay  Blossom  Cottage:    By  Lieutenant  H.  C.  Wright.     (Sunny.) 

"Oh,  how  dear  to  the  heart  are  these  hours  of  bliss, 

Which  'Bay-Blossom'  e'er  brings  to  my  view!" — 

Baylor's  Partisan  Rangers:  Air,  "Dixie."  By  Mary  L.  Wilson,  of 
San  Antonio.  (Alsb.) 

"Hear  the  summons,  sons  of  Texas! 
Now  the  fierce  invaders  nex  us." — 

Bayon  City  Guard's  Dixie:    By  the  Company's  own  poet.     (Alsb.) 
"From  Houston  City  and  Brazos  bottom, 
From  selling  goods,  and  making  cotton," — 

Bayon  City  Guard's  Song  in  the  Chickahominy  Swamp:     (Alsb.)4 

"Fighting  for  our  rights  now,  feasting  when  they're  won, 
By  the  Cross  and  Stars,  boys,  fluttering  in  the  sun — " 

Beaufort:    By  W.  J.  Grayson,  of  South  Carolina.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Old  home!     what  blessings  late  were  yours: 
The  gifts  of  peace,  the  songs  of  joy!" — 

Beau-Regard:  Sung  at  the  Montgomery  Theatre  on  Friday 
night,  by  Mr.  M.  A.  Arnold:  by  Baron,  April  12,  1861.  (R. 
N.  S.  from  the  Montgomery  Mail.) 

"Flashing,   flashing  along   the   wires 
The  glorious  news  each  heart  inspires," — 

Beauregard:    A    Historical   Poem:  by   Kate   Luby   F .     (P. 

&  P.  B.): 

"In  Pavia's  bloody  battle  field 
As  troubadours  do  sing," — 

Beauregard:    By  Catherine  A.  Warfield  of  Mississippi:     (W.  G. 

S.) 

"Let  the  trumpet  shout  once  more, 
Beauregard!" — 


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Beauregard:  Written  after  the  Battle  of  Shiloh,  when  Beaure- 
gard  became  Commander-in-Chief:  by  C.  A.  Warfield  of 
Kentucky.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Our  trust  is  now  in  thee, 
Beauregard !" — 

Beauregard  at  Shiloh:     Lines  found  on  the  dead  body  of  a  Con 
federate  soldier  after  the  battle  of  Williamsburg.     (B.  B.  B.) 
"Now  glory  to  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
And  glory  the  reward"- 

Beauregard's  Appeal:  By  Paul  H.  Hayne.  (S.  S.  from  the  Char 
leston  Courier.) 

"Yea!  though  the  need  is  bitter. 

Take  down  those  sacred  bells!" — 
The  Beleagured  City:    By  Bosa  Vertner  Jeffrey.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"There's  a  beautiful  city,  far,  far,  away, 

In  the  land  of  myrtle  and  the  rose," — 

Ben  M'Cullough:  Air,  "Something  new  comes  every  day."  (B. 
B.  B.  65.) 

"Oh,  have  your  heard  of  the  the  brave  old  fellow 
He  goes  by  the  name  of  Ben  McCullough," — 

Ben  M'Culloch—He  Fell  At  His  Post!    By  Ned  Bracken.     (Alsb.) 
"When  the  Northmen  their  war-banner  spread;  nor  would  give  the  right  to 

secede, 
The  cause  of  his  country  he  wed,  in  this  her  great  hour  of  need" — 

Bentonville:  Written  on  the  field,  at  the  close  of  the  first  day's 
fight:  by  T.  B.  Catherwood.  (Hubner.) 

"Another  battle  has  been  fought,  another  victory  won. 
We've  fought  this  day  from  rising  to  the  setting  of  the  sun" — 

Bethel:     (S.  L.  M.  January,  '62.) 

"Hurrah  for  old  Virginia!     God  bless  the  brave  North  State! 

For  they  first  taught  the  Yankee  curs  to  dread  a  freeman's  hate:" — 
A  Betrayal:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  O.  S.) 

"Dallying  on  as  fair  a  landscape 

As  the  skies  in  beauty  drape," — 

Beyond  the  Potomac:  By  Paul  H.  Hayne.  (B.  B.  from  the  Bich- 
mond  Whig.) 

"They  slept  on  the  fields  which  their  vnlor  had  won! 
But  arose  with  the  first  early  blush  of  the  MIII. " 

BUI  flimsier'*  \dii,-f  l<>  lln>  //oo.v/Vr.v  <>f  Lonisrille:  Three  days 
after  the  battle  of  Bichmond,  Kentucky.  Air,  "Sing,  sing, 
Darkies,  sing:"  by  Kentucky.  Sept.  2,  1862.  (S.  0.  S.) 

\\liy  should  H<K)siers  spill  their  blood 
To  enrich  Kentucky  mud?" — 

The  Black  Flag:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (Alsb.) 

"Like  the  roar  of  the  wintry  surges,  on  a  wild  tcmpestous  strand 
Jin  \oic  e  of  the  maddened  millions  <  omes  up  from  an  outraged  land;" — 


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The  Blessed  Hand:  Respectfully  dedicated  to  the  Ladies  of  the 
Southern  Relief  Fair:  by  S.  T.  Wallis,  Baltimore,  April  8, 
1866:  "There  is  a  legend  of  an  English  Monk,  who  died  at  the 
monastery  of  Aremberg,  where  he  had  copied  and  illuminated 
many  books,  hoping  to  be  rewarded  in  Heaven.  Long  after 
his  death,  his  tomb  was  opened,  and  nothing  could  be  seen 
of  his  remains  but  the  right  hand  with  which  he  had  done  his 
pious  work,  and  which  had  been  miraculously  preserved  from 
decay."  (E.  V.  M.) 

"For  you  and  me,  who  love  the  light 
Of  God's  uncloistered  day," — 

The  Blessed  Heart:  Suggested  by  "The  Blessed  Hand."  Grate 
fully  dedicated  to  the  ladies  of  the  Southern  Relief  Fair  by 
Mrs.  M.  M.  of  Columbia,  S.  C.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"I  sing  not  of  'The  Blessed  Hand,' 

That  has  so  well  been  sung," — 

The  Blessed  Union— Epigram:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Doubtless  to  some,  with  length  of  ears, 
To  gratify  an  ape's  desire," — 

The  Blockaders:    Dedicated  to  A.  Lincoln:  by  Paul  H.  Hayne. 
(Bohemian  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 
"Across  this  threatening  ocean  tide, 
I  see  the  despot's  vessels  ride," — 

A  Bloody  Day  is  Dawning:  By  William  Munford.  July,  1864; 
In  the  trenches  before  Petersburg.  (Newspaper  clipping 
from  The  Baltimore  American,  c.  1895.) 

"Because  I  know  by  those  sweet  tears  that  gushed 

Fresh  from  thine  eyes  when,  proffered  to  your  beauty," — 

Blue  Coats  Are  Over  the  Border:  Air,  "Blue  Bonnets  are  over 
the  Border:"  Inscribed  to  Captain  Mitchell:  by  Kentucky. 
(S.  0.  S.) 

"Kentucky's  banner  spreads 
Its  folds  above  our  heads;" — 

The  Blue  Cockade:    By  Mary  Walsingham  Crean:     (R.  R.) 

"God  be  with  the  laddie,  who  wears  the  blue  cockade. 
He's  gone  to  fight  the  battle  of  our  darling  Southern  land!" — 

The  Bold  Engineer:  Air,  "Young  Lockinvar:"  by  0.  H.  S.  Bal 
timore,  Oct.  14,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.  59.) 

"O  bully  George  B.  has  come  out  of  the  West, 

Of  all  that  wide  border  the  scourge  and  the  pest." — 
The  Bold  Privateer:    Published  by  Thomas  G.  Doyle,  Bookseller, 
Stationer,  and  Song  Publisher,  No.  279  N.  Gay  St.,  Baltimore. 
(Wash.  No.  29.) 

"It's  O!  my  dearest  Polly 

You  and  I  must  part," — 


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Bomfxirdment  and  Battles  of  Gahvston:  Air,  "Auld  Lang  Syne." 
June  1,  1862- January  1,  1863:  by  S.  R.  Ezzell,  of  Captain 
Daly's  Company.  (Alsb.) 

"The  Yankees  hale  the  Lone  Star  State,  because  she  did  secede. 
At  Galveston  they've  now  begun  to  make  her  soldiers  bleed." — 

The  Bonnie  Blue  Flag:  By  Annie  Chambers  Ketchum.  (G.  C. 
E.): 

"Come,  brothers!  rally  for  the  right! 
The  bravest  of  the  brave." — 

The  Bonnie  Blue  Flag:    By  Harry  McCarthy.     (C.  S.  B.) 
"We  are  a  band  of  brothers,  and  native  to  the  soil, 
Fighting  for  our  liberty,  with  treasure,  blood  and  toil," — 

The  Bonnie  Dundee  of  the  Border:  Inscribed  to  Colonel  Wm.  S. 
Hawkins,  of  the  Western  Army :  by  Clarine  Rirnarde.  ( W.  L.) 
"Oh,  lightly  his  proud  plume  floats  over  the  field, 

And  the  battle-god  smileth  his  honors  above  him," — 

The  Bonnie  White  Flag:  Or  the  Prisoners'  Invocation  to  Peace: 
Air,  "Bonnie  Blue  Flag:"  by  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins,  C.  S. 
A.,  in  Camp  Chase  Ventilator,  1864.  (Fag.) 

"Though  we're  a  band  of  prisoners, 
Let  each  be  firm  and  true," — 

The  Border  Ranger:  The  Mountain  Partisan:  by  W.  G.  Simms. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Feb.  March,  '62.) 

"My  rifle,  pouch  and  knife, 

My  steed,  and  then  we  part," — 

Boufjuet  de  Bal:    A  Ballad  dedicated  to  Miss  J :  by  F.  B. 

(W.  F.) 

"She  stepped  within  the  lighted  hall 
And  dimmed  the  lesser  beauties  all." — 

The  Boy  Picket:  or  Charley's  Guard:  By  a  Lady  of  Kentucky. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"Wearily  my  footsteps  their  measured  cadence  keep, 

While  my  tired  comrades  are  wrapped  in  slumber  deep," — 
The  Boy  Soldier:    By  a  Lady  of  Savannah.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Richmond  Dispatch.) 

"He  is  acting  o'er  the  battle, 

With  his  cap  and  feather  gay," — 

Boy  Who  Thinkest  to  Be  Wed:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Boy  who  thinkest  to  be  wed, 
By  remembrance  of  our  dead,"— 

Boys!    Keep  Your  Powder  Dry:     (Alsb.) 

"Canst  tell  who  lose  the  battle,  oft  in  the  councils-field? 

Not  they  who  struggle  bravely,  not  they  who  never  yield." — 
Bowing  Her  Head:     (W.  G.  S.) 

*'Her  head  is  bowed  downwards;  so  pensive  her  air, 

As  she  looks  on  the  ground  with  her  pale,  solemn  face," — 


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Brave  Deeds — Brave  Fruits:  Sonnet:  by  Wm.  Gilmore  Simms. 
(Am.  from  Southern  Opinion.) 

"The  record  should  be  made  of  each  brave  deed 
That  brings  us  Pride  and  Freedom  as  its  fruits," — 

A  Brave  Girl's  Fate:  By  Miriam  Erie.  Charleston,  S.  C.,  A.  D., 
1864.  (C.  C.) 

"The  battle  riot  raged  without 

A  city's  strong,  defiant  walls," — 

The  Brass-Mounted  Army:    Air,  "Southern  Wagon:"  by ,  of 

Colonel  A.  Bucher's  Begiment:     (Alsb.) 

"O  Soldiers!     I've  concluded  to  make  a  little  song, 
And  if  I  tell  no  falsehood,  there  can  be  nothing  wrong;" — 

The  Bridal  Gift:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Fair  one,  soon  my  bride  to  be, 
What  shall  be  my  gift  to  thee?" — 

Brigadier  General  John  H.  Morgan  in  a  Penitentiary!  By  Ken 
tucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

'*Hide  him  in  a  dark  cell, 

And  fame  will  crown  him  there!" — 

The  Brigand  Brigade:     (Bohemian.) 

"When  Abe  called  the  Council  together, 
Secession  at  large  to  discuss," — 

Broken  Bench:    A  Ballad:    By  F.  B.     Chattawa,  August,  1862. 

(W.  F.) 

"I    stood  upon  the  bridge  of  sighs, 
A  wooden  bench  of  common  size" — 

The  Broken  Mug:  Ode  (So-called)  on  a  Late  Melancholy  Accident 
in  the  Shenandoah  Valley  (so-called) :  by  John  Esten  Cooke. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"My  mug  is  broken,  my  heart  is  sad! 

What  woes  can  fate  still  hold  in  store!" — 

The  Broken  Sword:  Suggested  by  an  incident  which  occurred 
after  the  surrender  of  Fort  Donaldson:  by  Walker  Meri- 
weather  Bell.  (W.  L.) 

"No;  never  shall  this  trusty  glaive, 
Which  I  so  long  have  borne." — 

The  Broker's  'Stamp  AcC  Lament:    July,  1862:     (R.  B.  B.  10.) 

"Lord  save  the  South  from  Liberty  (?) 

'Beast'  Butler  and  his  masters!" —  . 

The  Brotherly  Kindness  of  1861:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"  'They'  would  burst  Southern  hearts  in  twain, 
Nor  care  if  so  they  could  regain" — 

Bugle  Call:    By  Colonel  John  Milledge,  of  Ga.     (Im.) 

"I  love  to  feel  upon  my  bridle  bit 
The  champ  of  a  thoroughbred," — 


74  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Bugle  Note:  By  A.  Lansing  Burrows.  (Bohemian  from  the 
Richmond  Dispatch.) 

"Tr.mip!  tramp!  tramp!  steadily  on  to  the  foe; 
With  banners  afloat  in  tin-  stirring  breeze," — 

Bull  Run— A  Parody:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"At  Bull  Run  where  the  sun  was  low, 

Each  Southern  face  grew  pale  as  snow" — 
Bull's  Bun:    Air,  "Wait  for  the  Wagon."     (B.  B.  B.  11.) 
"Says  Greely,  to  Scott,  to  Richmond,  why  not, 

These  Southerns  are  only  in  fun," — 

Burial  of  Brigadier  General  M.  Jenkins:    At  Summerville,  Whit 
sunday,  May  15,  1861:  by  "C.  G.  P."     (Amaranth.) 
"Bring  blossoms  from  the  rosy  beds  of  May, 

Bay  from  the  woodland,  myrtle  from  the  bowers," — 
The  Burial  of  Captain  0.  Jennings  Wise:     Killed  at  Boanoke  Is 
land,  Feb.  8,  1862:  by  Accomac.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Mournfully  the  bells  are  tolling, 
And  the  muffled  drums  are  rolling," — 

The  Burial  of  Latane:  By  Jno.  B.  Thompson.  S.  L.  M.,  July 
and  August  1862.  Note:  The  beautiful  image  in  the  includ 
ing  stanza  is  (borrowed  and  some  of  the  language  is  versified 
from  the  eloquent  remarks  of  the  Honorable  B.  M.  T.  Hunt 
er,  on  the  death  of  Ex-President  Tyler.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  combat  raged  not  long,  but  ours  the  day, 

And,  through  the  hosts  that  compassed  us  around," — 
Burial  of  Lieutenant  General  Jackson:    Air,   "Oporto:"     by  B. 
W.  Kercheval,  Esq.     (Im.) 

"Comrades,  advance!     Your  colors  drape  with  mourning, 
MufTled  your  drums,  and  arms  reversed,  ye  brave," — 

Burial  of  the  Tough  Beef  in  Galveston:    March  5,  1864.     (Alsb.) 

"The  Sabbath  sun  shone  bright  and  fair, 
The  earth  rejoiced  in  gladness," — 

Burn  the  Cotton:  By  Estelle,  Memphis,  Tenn.,  May  16,  1862. 
(B.  B.) 

"Burn  the  cotton!     burn  the  cotton! 
Let  the  solemn  triumph  rise," — 

Bury  Me  on  the  Field,  Boys:  By  Mary  S.  Grayson,  of  Md.  (Am 
aranth.) 

"Bury  me  on  the  field,  boys! 

When  the  deadly  strife  is  over;" — 
Bury  Our  Dead:     (Sunny.) 

"Bury  our  dead!     From  Rama's  shore! 

From  c\.  r>    beauteous  Southland   vale," — 

Butlers  Proclamation:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne,  of  S.  C.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Aye,   drop   the   tn-iirheroi^    m.-.-k!    I  hi '  >w    by 

The  cloak  whi<  h  veiled  thine  instincts  fell" — 


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By  the  Banks  of  Red  River:    By  E.  E.  Kidd.     (Fag.) 

"Oh,  gone  is  the  soul  from  his  wondrous  dark  eye, 
And  gone  is  her  life's  dearest  glory." — 

By  the  Camp  Fire:    By  Fanny  Murdaugh  Downing.     (E.  V.  M. 
'69) 

"The  sun  has  fallen:  cool  and  deep 

The  night  wind  moans  in  murmurs  low." — 

By  the  Camp  Fire:    By  Viola.     [Fannie  M.  Downing]  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  snow  has  fallen  thick  and  soft, 

The  cold  wind  mourns  in  murmurs  harsh" — 

The  Cadets  at  New  Market:    By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan.     (Cor 
inth.) 

"Onward  they  come,  they  come! 
'Mid  the  wild  battle-hum" — 

The  Call:    By  A.  B.     Baltimore,  Oct.,  1862.     (R.  B.  B.  71.) 

"Maryland!     Maryland! 
Stainless  in  story" — 

The  Call:  To  Editor  South  Carolinian.     By  Barhamville.     Jan., 
1861.     (R.  N.  S.) 

"Hark,  the  shout!  from  shore  to  mountain 
Hark  the  war  note  raises  high!" — 

The  Call!    By  Jennie.     (B.  C.  L.  Ledger  1411.) 

"Sons  of  Maryland,  arouse! 

They  who  sealed  your  eyes  in  sleep," — 

Call  All!    Call  AW    By  Georgia.     (C.  C.  from  the  Rockingham, 
Va.,  Register.) 

"Whoop!    he  Doodles  h  ve  broken  loose 
Running  around  like  the  very  deuce" — 

The  Call  of  Freedom:    Richmond,  May  1,  1861.     (R.  A.) 
"Hark!  To  the  rescue!  Freedom  calls, 
Where  triumph's  banners  brightly  wave," — 

A  Call  to  Kentuckians:    By  a  Southern  Rights  Woman.     Louis 
ville,  Ky.,  June  24,  1862.     (R.  R.) 

"Sons  of  Kentucky!  arise  from  your  dreaming 

Awake  and  to  arms!  for  the  foe  draweth  nigh:" — 

The  Cameo  Bracelet:    By  James  R.  Randall,  of  Maryland.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Eva  sits  on  the  ottoman  there, 
Sits  by  a  Psyche  carved  in  stone." — 

Campaign  Ballad:    By  Rev.  J.  E.  Games.     (Alsb.) 

"Young  Florida  sends  for  their  clan — the  old  Dominion's  brave, 
With  sons  of  Texas,  lead  the  van,  to  glory  or  the  grave;" — 


76  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Camp  Douglas  By  the  Lake:    A  Prison  Song.     Air,  "Cottage  by 
the  Sea."     (Fag.) 

"Childhood's  days  have  long  since  faded, 

Youth's  bright  dreams  like  lights  gone  out," — 

Cannoneer's  Doom:    A  legend  of  the  19th  century:  by  F.  B., 
Cottage  Hill,  Ala.,  Sept.  7,  1863.     (W.  F.) 
"Oh,  tell  me  not  of  trimmings  red. 
Thus  sighed  a  cannoneer," — 

Cannon  Song:    (S.  S.) 

"Aha!  a  song  for  the  trumpet's  tongue! 
For  the  bugle  to  sing  before  us," — 

Captain  MaffCs  Ballad  of  the  Sea:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston 
Mercury.) 

"Though  winds  are  high  and  skies  are  dark 
And  the  stars  scarce  show  us  a  meteor  spark;" — 

The  Captains  Story:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"We  rested  on  the  battle-field 
The  busy  day  was  o'er." — 
The  Captain  With  His  Whiskers:     (Alsb.) 

"As  they  marched  through  the  town  with  their  banners  so  gay 
I  ran  to  the  window  just  to  hear  the  band  play;" — 

The  Cap   That  Poor  Henderson   Wore:    By   Willie   Lightheart. 
Charleston,  S.  C.     (C.  C.) 

"Tattered  and  threadbare,  greasy  and  torn, 
Faded  and  worn  though  it  be," — 

Captives  Going  Home:    (W.  G.  S.) 

"No   flaunting  banners  o'er   them   wave 
No  arms  flash  back  the  sun's  bright  ray." — 

The  Captured  Epaulette:    By  M.  J.  P.  [Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston?]     (P. 
&  P.  B.) 

"Oh!  we've  beaten  them  gallantly!  back  from  our  soil, 
We  have  hurled  the  invader  and  taken  his  spoil," — 

The  Captured  Flag:    By  Kentucky.    Jan.  29,  1862.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"It  is  not  strange  that  you  should  like  to  get 
Sight  of  the  flag  that  waved"- 

Capture  of  17  of  Company  //.,  M  Texas  Cavalry:    Air,  "Wake 
Snakes  and  Bite  a  Biskit."     (Alsb.) 

"  'Twas  early  in  the  morning  of  eighteen  sixty-three, 

We  started  out  on  picket,  not  knowing  what  we'd  see:" — 

Carmen  Triumphale:    By  Henry  Timrod.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Go  forth  >ind  bid  the  land  rejoice, 

Yet  not  too  gladly,  oh  my  song! 
Carolina:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  B.     (Fag.) 

"  'Mid  her  ruins  proudly  stands, 
Our   Carolina!" — 


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Carolina:  Inscribed  to  the  Pee  Dee  Legion,  General  W.  W.  Har- 
lee,  New  Orleans,  Dec.  1,  1861:  by  Mrs.  Anna  Peyre  Dennies. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"In  the  hour  of  thy  glory 

When  thy  name  was  far  renowned," — 

Carolina:    By  Henry  Timrod.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  despot  treads  thy  sacred  sands, 
Thy  pines  give  shelter  to  his  bands," — 

Carolina:  April  14,  1861:  by  John  A.  Wagener,  of  S.  C.  (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Carolina!     Carolina! 

Noble  name  in  State  and  story" — 

Carolina's  Hymn:    For  the   Courier:  by  E.  B.   C.,   Jan.  1861. 

(R.  N.  S.) 

"Be  merciful,  O  God;  the  crimson  tide 
Of  sanguinary  war,  a  cooling  flood," — 

Cavalier  and  Roundhead:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Will  he  ne'er  come  again, 
Come  into  my  waiting  arms?" — 

The  Cavaliers1  Glee:    Air,  "The  Pirates'  Glee:"  by  Captain  Wm. 
Blackford,  of  General  Stuart's  staff.     (S.  S.) 
"Spur  on!     spur  on!  we  love  the  bounding 
Of  barbs  that  bear  us  to  the  fray:" — 

The  Cavalier's  Serenade:    By  Colonel  Wm.  S.  Hawkins.      (Sunny.) 

"O,  come  to  the  heart  that  is  beating  for  thee! 
By  the  hope  of  my  freedom,  my  bride  thou  shalt  be." — 

Charade:     [Jackson?]     (E.  V.  M.) 

"My  first  is  seen  on  a  field  of  green 
And  a  lucky  elf  is  he," — 

The  Charge  of  the  Georgia  Eighth:  At  the  Battle  of  Manassas, 
July  21,  1861 :  by  Marie  Key  Steele,  of  Md.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"The  rising  sun  shines  gaily, 
On  proud  Manassas  height," — 

Charge  of  Hagood's  Bridage:  Weldon  Railroad,  Aug.  21,  1864 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"Scarce  seven  hundred  men  they  stand 
In  tattered,  rude  array," — 

Charge  of  the  Louisiana  Brigade  at  Atlanta:  July  28,  1864:  by 
F.  B.,  Atlanta,  Aug.  17,  1864.  (W.  F.) 

"Thunders  that  roll  along 
Mountains  and  rocks  among," — 

Charge  of  the  Night  Brigade:    Baltimore,  July  13,  1861.     (E.  V. 

M.) 

"At  three  o'clock,  three  o'clock, 
Three  o'clock,  onward" — 


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Charles  B.  Dreux:    By  James  R.  Randall.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Weep,  Louisiana,  weep  the  gallant  dead! 
Weave  the  green  laurel  o'er  the  undaunted  head!" — 

Charleston:  Written  for  the  Charleston  Courier  in  1863:  by  Miss 
E.  B.  Cheeseborough.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Proudly  she  stands  by  the  crystal  sea, 

Within  the  fires  of  hate  around  her," — 

Charleston:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Wrhat!  still  does  the  Mother  of  Treason  uprear 

Her  crest  'gainst  the  Furies  that  darken  her  sea?" — 

Charleston:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (Amaranth.) 
"Calmly  beside  her  Tropic  st*and 
An  Empress,  brave  and  loyal," — 

Charleston:    By  Henry  Timrod:  Jan.,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Calm  as  that  second  summer  which  precedes 
The  first  fall  of  the  snow,'  — 

Charlestonians  and  Yankees:    Dialogue  between  Yankees  and  the 
Charlestonians:  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.)      April,  1863. 
"Ho!  heigho!  for  Charleston,  ho!" — 

Charmed  Life:     (2  Kings  vi,  16) :  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Ah!  ours  is  such  a  lit  lie,  half-armed  band 
Compared  lo  I  hose  who  fight  to  win  our  land!'  — 

Cheer,  Boys,  Cheer!  [This  was  the  favorite  song  of  the  Kentuck- 
ians,  and  was  sung  by  Southern  troops  under  General  Basil 
Duke  at  the  Battle  of  Shiloh.  Several  versions  of  adapted 
words  were  sung  to  the  melody  of  this  song.  One  of  the 
versions  was  dedicated  to  Horace  Greely  and  circulated 
throughout  the  North.  The  original  "Cheer,  Boys,  Cheer," 
has,  however,  always  remained  closely  identified  with  South 
ern  sentiment.]  (Phot.  Hist.) 

"Cheer,  boys,  cheer!     no  more  of  idle  sorrow: 
Courage,  true  hearts  shall  bear  us  on  our  way," — 

Chickamauga,  "The  Stream  of  Death:"  (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Rich 
mond  Sentinel.) 

"Chickamauga!     Chickamauga! 
O'er  thy  dark  and  turbid  wave" — 

Chief  Justice  Taney:  Air,  "The  Days  of  Absence/'  (R.  B.  B., 
110): 

"ll.iil.    tliiui    rioblr   lir;irlc(i   law)tr, 
A(l\<xntr  of   hummi    ri^ht^:" — 

The  Chimes  of  St.  Paul's:  by  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke  of  N.  C.] 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"When  fir-t   St.  Paul's,  your  sweet-voiced  chimes 
Shed  music  on  the  air," — 


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Chivalrous  C.  S.  A.:  Air,  "Vive  la  Compagnie!"  by  B.  Balti 
more,  Sept.  21,  1861.  (R.  R.) 

"I'll  s'ng  you  a  song  of  the  South's  sunny  clime, 
Chivalrous  C.  S.  A." — 

Christian  Love  in  Battle:  An  incident  which  occured  at  Manassas. 
Waterproof,  La.,  July  21,  1861:  by  Wm.  H.  Holcombe. 
(S.  L.  M.  Sept.  1861.) 

"The  Northern  soldier  reeled  and  fell 
Upon  the  bloody  ground  to  die:" — 

Christmas  Carol,  for  1862:  From  "Beechenbrook :"  by  Mrs.  M. 
J.  Preston,  of  Va.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Halt,  the  march  is  over 
Day  is  almost  done;" — 

Christmas  Day,  A.  D.,  1861:    By  M.  J.  H.     (Bohemian.) 

"The  day's  high  festival  is  come. 
The  time  of  careless  mirth." — 

Christmas  Eve:  By  Kentucky.      (S.  0.  S.) 

"Christmas  is  here — time  to  be  glad! 

"      Alas!     I  seldom  am  so  sad" — 

Christmas,  1863:    By  Henry  Timrod,  of  S.  C.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"How  grace  this  hallowed  day? 

Shall  hallowed  bells  from  yonder  ancient  spire" — 

Christmas  Night  of  '62:  By  W.  G.  McCabe.  S.  L.  M.,  Jan.,  '63. 
(B.  E.) 

"The  wintry  blast  goes  wailing  by. 

The  snow  is  falling  overhead." — 

Chronicle  of  Fort  Sumter:  (Bohemian  from  the  Charleston  Cour 
ier.) 

"Night  lingered  over  quiet  shore  and  bay 

In  grim  repose  where  fort  and  battery  lay," — 

The  Church  of  the  North:  Inscribed  to  Bishop  Hopkins,  of  Ver 
mont.  Written  during  the  General  Convention,  Oct.  1862: 
by  Kentucky.  (S.  C.  S.) 

"In  the  midst  of  raging  billows 
Zion's  harp  hung  on  the  willows," — 

The  Church  of  the  South  to  the  Church  of  the  North:    Written  on 
reading  an  article  in  the  Church  Journal  of  New  York,  which 
I  cannot  now  find:  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"We  are  not  divided — no  never!  no!  no! 
For  the  Church  of  the  North  cannot  be  our  foe:" — 

Civile  Bellum:  [In  many  collections  this  poem  is  entitled  "The 
Fancy  Shot."  It  was  first  published  in  London,  in  the 
paper  called  "Once  A  Week,"  signed  "From  the  Once  United 
States,"  and  was  there  entitled  "Civile  Bellum."  It  is  be 
lieved  to  be  the  work  of  Charles  Dawson  Shavley,  who  died 
in  1876.— Editor.]  (G.  C.  E.) 

"Rifleman,  shoot  me  a  fancy  shot 

Right  at  the  heart  of  yon  prowling  vidette," — 


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Cleburne:     (Im.) 

"How  far  and  fast  the  autumn  blast 

Beats  the  dead  leaves  o'er  the  ground:" — 

Cleburne:    "Another  Star  now  Shines  on  High:'*  by  M.  A.  Jen 
nings  of  Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Selma  Dispatch,  1864.) 
"Another  ray  of  light  hath  fled,  another  Southern  brave 
Hath  fallen  in  his  country's  cause,  and  found  a  laurelled  grave, — " 

The  Clerk's  Lament:    By  F.  B.,  Dalton,  March  26, 1863.     (W.  F.) 
"Give  my  companions  back  to  me, 
My  rock  built  hut  so  gray," — 

The  Cliff  Beside  the  Sea:    By  Colonel  W.  W.  Fontaine.     (Sunny.) 
"Five  summers  bright  have  come  and  gone, 
A  weary  time  to  me," — 

Close  the  Ranks:    By  John  L.  Sullivan.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"The  fell  invader  is  before! 

Close  the  ranks!     Close  up  the  ranks!"— 

Clouds  in  the  West:    By  A.  J.  Requier,  of  Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Hark!  on  the  wind  that  whistles  from  the  West 
A  manly  shout  for  instant  succor  comes" — 

The  Clouds  of  War:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"O  God,  the  clouds  of  war  press  heavily! 
I  pant  and  pant;  now  I  can  scarcely  breathe," — 

Coast-Guard  Cogitations:    By  Carlos.     (Bohemian  from  the  Rich 
mond  Dispatch.) 

"On  the  cold,  white  sand 
Of  a  wave-washed  strand," — 

Coercion:    A  Poem  for  Then  and  Now:  by  John  R.  Thompson, 
of  Va.    S.  L.  M.  March,  1861.     (S.  S.) 

"Who  talks  of  Coercion?     who  dares  to  deny 
A  resolute  people  the  right  to  be  free" — 

Colonel  B.  F.  Terry:    By  J.  R.  Barrick,  Glasgow,  Ky.     (Alsb.) 

"There  is  a   wail 
As  if  the  voice  of  sadness,  long  and  deep," — 

The  Colonel  Gilbert:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  petty  Cromwell  of  our  State  oppressed 
Is  Buckeye  Gilbert,  as  must  be  confessed;" — 

The  Color-Bearer:    By  Mrs.  Mar-aid  J.  Preston.     (E.  V.  M., 
'69.) 

"The  shock  of  battle  swept    tin-  lines, 
And  wounded  men,  and  slain," — 

Columbia:    By  J.  C.  J.     (W.  L.) 

"On  thy  banks,  in  pride  and  beauty 
Stands  the  city,  Congaree!"— 


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Coming  at  Last:    By  Geo.  H.  Miles.     Frederick  Co.,  Md.     (E.V. 

M.) 

"Up  on  the  hill  there, 

Who  are  they,  pray,"  — 

Company  A.  Seventh  Regiment,  Texas  Cavalry:  Air,  "Bonnie 
Blue  Flag:"  by  Mrs.  Dr.  M'Grew.  Refugio,  Texas,  Feb. 
3,  1863.  (Alsb.) 

"L':t  genius  bring,  on  silver  wing,  her  richest  best  oblation, 
To  crown  thy  brow,  fair  as  the  snow,  young  and  poetent  nation!"  — 

Company  L,  20th  Regiment,  T.  V.  /.:  Air,  "Root  Hog  or  Die:" 
by  a  Private  in  said  company.  (Alsb.) 

"O  here  is  our  Company,  the  famous  Company  K 
They  are  always  on  the  sick  list  unless  it's  ration  day"  — 

The  Confederacy:  By  Jane  T.  H.  Cross.  (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Southern  Christian  Advocate,  1864.) 

"Born  to  a  day,  full  grown,  our  Nation  stood, 
The  pearly  light  of  heaven  was  her   face,"  — 

The  Confederate  Dead:  By  author  of  "Albert  Hastings."  A.D., 
1866.  (C.  C.) 

"O,  not  o'er  these,  the  true  and  brave 
Whose  mangled  forms  in  many  a  grave"  — 

The  Confederate  Dead:  By  Latienne.  Enfala,  Ala.,  June,  (1866?) 
(E.  V.  M.  from  the  Macon  Journal.) 

"From  the  broad  and  calm  Potomac, 
Is  the  Rio  Grande's  waves,"  — 

The  Confederate  Dead:     (C.  C.) 

"They  sleep.     Go  not  to  Rome  nor  Greece 
For  history  knows  no  nobler  race,"  — 

The  Confederate  Flag:     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"No  more  o'er  living  hearts  to  wave, 
Its  tattered  folds  forever  furled,"  — 

The  Confederate  Flag:  By  J.  R.  Barrick.  Glasgow,  Ky.  (R. 
R.) 

"Flag  of  the  South!     Flag  of  the  free! 
Thy  stars  shall  cheer  each  eye,"  — 

The  Confederate  Flag:  Written  by  Mrs.  C.  D.  Elder  of  New  Or 
leans:  music  by  Sig.  G.  George  of  Norfolk,  Va.  (R.^B.  B., 


"Bright  banner  of  freedom,  with  pride  I  unfold  thee: 

Fair  flag  of  my  country,  with  love  I  behold  thee,"  — 

The  Confederate  Flag:     By  H.  L.  Flash.     (Amaranth.) 

"Four  stormy  years  we  saw  it  gleam 
A  people's  hope  —  and  then  refurled"  — 


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The  Confederate  Flag:  Red,  White  and  Blue.  Composed  and 
Sung  by  J.  S.  Prevail,  Co.  E.,  6lh  Ga.  Regiment  (R.  B. 

B.,  16H-) 

"On  the  banks  of  the  Potomac,  there's  an  army  so  grand, 
\\  hose  object's  to  subjugate  Dixie's  fair  land"- 

Confederate  Land:    By  H.  H.  Slrawbridge.     (R.  R.) 
"States  of  the  South!     Confederate  Land! 
Our  foe  has  come — the  hour  is  nigh;" — 

The  Confederate  Note:     (E.  V.  M.,  also  C.  S.  B.  No.  25.) 

"Representing  nothing  on  God's  earth  now, 
And  naught  in  the  water  below  it:"- 

Confederate  Oath:  Air,  "My  Maryland;"  circulaled  sub  rosa  in 
New  Orleans.  (Alsb.) 

"By  the  Cross  upon  our  banner,  glory  of  our  Southern  sky, 
Swear  we  now,  a  band  of  brothers,  free  to  live,  or  free  to  die" — 

A  Confederate  Officer  to  His  Lady  Love:  By  Major  McKnighl 
("Asa  Harlz"),  A.  A.  B.,  General  Loring's  staff.  Johnston's 
Island.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"My  love  reposes  on  a  rosewood  frame, 

A  bunk  have  I:"- 

Confederate  Paradox:  "The  falling  debris  now  aids  in  slrenglh- 
ening  Fort  Sumter,"  Telegram,  Charleston,  Nov.  6,  1863. 
(W.  L.) 

"A  seeming  evil  often  is 
A  great  and  glorious  benefit," — 

The  Confederate  Soldier's  Wife — Parting  from  Her  Husband.  (R. 
B.  B.,  17.) 

"Here  is  thy  trusty  blade! 
Take  it,  and  wield  it  in  a  glorious  cause;" — 

Confederate  Song:  Air,  "Bruce's  Address."  Dedicated  to  Ihe 
Kirk's  Ferry  Rangers:  by  Iheir  caplain,  E.  Lloyd  Wailes. 
Sung  by  the  Glee  Club  on  July  4,  1861,  al  Ihe  Kirk's  Ferry 
barbecue,  Calahoula,  La.  (R.  R.) 

"Rally  round  our  country's  flag! 
Bally,  boys,  nor  do  not  lag," — 

The  Confederate  States:    (R.  B.  B.,  16.) 

"Yankees  may  sing  of  their  rank  pork  and  beans, 

Thrir  dollars  and  cents  are  but  fabulous  dreams" — 

A  Confederate  Valentine:  To  Miss  Jewly  Ann  Pious:  by  Peter 
Barlow.  Picked  up,  A.  D.,  1863.  (C.  C.) 

"When  thrxr  lints  you  read 
Think  not  of  him  unkind" — 

Confiscation:    A  Wife  to  Her  Husband:  by  Kenlucky.     (S.  0. 

S.) 

"Let  us  go  forth  into  the  cold,  cold  snow! 
A  tyrant  says  we  must,  or  bow  us  low"— 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  83 

Congressman  Ely:    Air,  "Hi  Ho  Dobbin."     (Wash'n,  44.) 

"As  I  rode  down  to  Manassas  one  day, 
With  heart  light  as  air  and  spirit  so  gay," — 

Conquered:    By  F.  B.     (W.  F.) 

"Lik    the  bird  who  sings  at  midnight, 

I    am    lone," — 

The  Conquered  Banner:  By  Moina.  [The  Reverend  J.  A.  Ryan, 
of  Knoxville,  Diocese  of  Nashville,  Tenn.] :  music  by  A.  E. 
Blackmar.  (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Freeman's  Journal,  June 
24,  1865.) 

"Furl  that  banner  for  'tis  weary 
Round  its  staff  'tis  drooping  dreary;" — 

The  Conscription  Bill:     (S.  L.  M.,  April,  '62.) 

"Let  us  hail  in  this  crisis  the  prosperous  omen 

That  our  Senate  shows  virtue  higher  than  Roman;" — 
Conscript's  Departure:     (Army.) 

"You  are  going  far  away,  far  away  from  your  Jeanette, 
There  is  no  one  left  to  love  me  now,  and  you,  too,  may  forget," — 

Contraband:     (Cav.) 

"Say,  darkies,  hab  you  seen  ole  massa 
Wif  de  mustach  on  his  face," — 

Corinth.    April,  1862):    By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan.     (Corinth.) 

"Land  of  the  Pioneer — behold!      come 
To  drink  thy  balmy  airs  enchanting  West" — 

The  Cotton  Boll:  By  Henry  Timrod.  (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Char 
leston  Mercury.) 

"While  I  recline 
At  ease  beneath" — 

The  Cotton-Burners'  Hymn:  "On  yesterday,  all  the  cotton  in 
Memphis,  and  throughout  the  country,  was  burned.  Prob 
ably  not  less  than  300,000  bales  have  been  burned  in  the  last 
three  days  in  West  Tennessee  and  North  Mississippi." — 
Memphis  Appeal.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Lo!  where  Mississippi  rolls 
Oceanward  its  stream," — 

Cotton  Doodle:  Written  by  a  lady  on  learning  that  Yankee  Doodle 
had  been  hissed  in  New  Orleans.  San  Antonio,  Jan.  2,  1861. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  Feb.  1861.)  From  the  Galveston 
Evening  News. 

"Hurrah  for  brave  King  Cotton! 

The  Southerners  are  singing;" — 

Cotton  is  King:  By  N.  G.  R.,  [Dr.  N.  G.  Ridgley]  Baltimore, 
Jan.  1,  1862.  (R.  B.  B.,  18.) 

"All  hail  to  the  great  King. 
Quick  to  him  your  tribute  bring" — 


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The  Cotton  States'  Farewell  to  Yankee  Doodle:  Atlanta,  Ga.,  Feb. 
1,  1861.  (C.  S.  B.  from  the  Richmond  Dispatch,  copied 
from  the  Georgia  papers.) 

"Yankee  Doodly  fare  you  well 
Rice  and  cotton  float  you;" — 

The  Countersign:    By  Colonel  W.  W.  Fontaine.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Alas!  the  weary  hours  pass  slow, 

The  night  is  very  dark  and  still," — 

Country,  Home  and  Liberty:    (R.  B.  B.,  18.) 

"Freedom  calls  you!     Quick  be  ready, — 
Rouse  ye  in  the  name  of  God, — 

Creation  of  Dixie:    1861.     (C.  C.) 

"Created  by  a  nation's  glee 
With  jest  and  song  and  revelry1' — 

Crippled  for  Life:  By  Leola.  [Mrs.  Loula  W.  Rogers  of  Ga.] 
"Mountain  Home,"  S.  W.  Virginia,  Dec.  1,  1862.  (S.  L. 
M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  '62.) 

"On  a  low  couch  as  the  bright  day  is  dying 
Young,  helpless  and  hopeless,  a  soldier  is  lying," — 

Cruci  Dum  Spiro,  Fido:  By  J.  C.  M.  New  York,  March  20, 
1866.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"You  may  furl  the  gleaming  star-cross 
That  lit  a  hundred  fields," — 

A  Cry  to  Arms:  By  Henry  Timrod,  New  Orleans,  March  9, 
1862.  (R.  R.) 

"Ho!  woodsmen  of  the  mountain-side! 
Ho!  dwellers  in  the  vales !"- 

The  Darlings  at  Home:    By  Colonel  C.  G.  Forshey.     (Alsb.): 

"The  sentinel  treads  his  martial  round, 
Afar  from  his  humble  home" — 

Da  Vis!:  By  Quien  Sabe?  Baltimore,  Feb.  10,  1862.  (R.  B. 
B.  73.) 

"Give  us  one  chance,  'tis  all  we  ask, 
Be  retribution  then  our  task:"- 

The  Dead:     (Randolph.) 

' On   the,  field  of  battle  lying, 

\\;is   a    youthful   lirro  dying" — 

Dead:    By  C.  C.     (Amaranth  from  the  Richmond  Examiner.) 

"Dead!  well  I  have  \\rittm  the  word,  and  I  gaze 

On    it    Mill   mid  again," — 

Dead:  By  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins,  C.  S.  A.;  prisoner  of  war. 
Camp  Chase,  Ohio,  March,  1865.  (Sunny.) 

"Dead!     with  no  loving  hand  to  part 

The  soft  hair  back  from  the  pallid  brow"— 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  85 

Dead  Jackson:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"A  chaplet!     as  ye  pause  ye  brave 
Beside  the  broad  Potomac's  wave" — 

Dead  on  Manassas  Plain:    By  J.  Augustine  Signaigo.     (I.  M.) 
"Close  beside  the  broken  grasses, 
Near  the  setting  of  the  day," — 

The  Dead  Soldier:    (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Go  where  the  dying  soldiers  lie 
Eve  blushing  closes  now  her  eye," — 

Dear  Liberty:  or  Maryland  Will  Be  Free:  Air,  "Carry  me  back 
to  old  Virginny:"  by  Miss  R.  L.,  a  Daughter  of  Dixie.  (R. 
R.  R.,  73.) 

"Farewell  dear  Liberty,  farewell  for  awhile, 
Ere  long  we'll  greet  thee  again." — 

Dear  Mother  I've  Come  Home  to  Die:  Music  by  Henry  Tucker: 
words  by  E.  Rowers.  Geo.  Dunn  &  Co.,  Richmond,  Va. 
(R.  R.  M.) 

"Dear  Mother,  I  remember  well, 

The  parting  kiss  you  gave  to  me" — 

Death-Bed  of  Stonewall  Jackson:  Ry  Colonel  R.  H.  Jones.  (Sun 
ny.) 

"Stretched  on  his  couch  the  Christian  warrior  lies; 
Cold  perspiration  beads  his  marble  brow;" — 

The  Death  of  Ashby:  Ry  J.  A.  Via.  Richmond,  June  16,  1862. 
(S.  L.  M.,  May,  1862.) 

"Wild  rings  the  raging  battle  cry; 
It's  thunders  echo  in  the  sky," — 

The  Death  of  General  A.  S.  Johnston:    (S.  0.  S.) 

"A  nation  tolls  his  requiem; 
Bring  forth  the  victor's  diadem," — 

Death  of  Albert  Sidney  Johnston:  Ry  George  R.  Milnor,  Harris- 
burg,  Tex.  (Alsb.) 

"The  sun  was  sinking  o'er  the  battle  plain, 

Where  the  night  winds  were  already  sighing," — 

Death  of  Jackson:    Ry  Cornelia  M.  Jordan.     (Corinth.) 
"Brightly  the  moon  o'er  pallid  corpses  streaming, 

Mingled  her  soft  rays  with  the  cannon's  breath," — 

Death  of  William  H.  Mitchell:  Killed  at  Gettysburg:  by  Lieu 
tenant  J.  E.  Dooley.  (Sunny.) 

"So  bright  in  his  genius — so  bright  in  his  youth 

Gone  to  his  grave!" — 
Death  of  Polk:     (W.  L.) 

"We  hear  a  solemn  saddening  sound, 
A  mournful  knell; — 


86  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Death  of  Stonewall  Jackson:     (Fag.) 

"On  a  bright  May  morn  in  'sixty-thm  , 
And  eager  for  the  action,"- 

Death  of  Stonewall  Jackson:    By  Thomas  Q.  Barnes.     (Barnes.) 
"Southrons  all  bewail  the  lo>s 

Of  a  hero  true  and  brave," — 

Death  of  the  Lincoln  Despotism:  Air,  "Root,  Hog,  or  Die:"  (P. 
&  P.  B.  from  the  Richmond  Times- Despatch.) 

"  'Twas  out  upon  mid-ocean  that  the  San  Jacinta  hailed 

An  English  neutral  vessel,  while  on  her  course  she  sailed." — 

Death  of  the  Young  Partisan:  By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan.  (Rich 
mond.) 

"He  fell — not  where  numbers  were  falling 

Whose  groans  with  the  cannon  peal  blend," — 

The  Debt  of  Maryland:  By  H.  Baltimore,  Oct.  16,  1861.  (R. 
B.  B.,  72.)  " 

"Remember,  men  of  Maryland, 
You  have  a  debt  to  pay." — 

De  Cotton  Down  in  Dixie:  ("These  capital  verses  were  found  on 
board  of  the  English  barque  'Premier'  in  January,  1863, 
bound  from  Liverpool  to  Havana,  sixty  miles  west  of  Ma 
deira,  by  Lone  Star,  of  Galveston,  Texas.")  (Alsb.) 

"I'm  gwine  back  to  de  land  of  cotton, 
Wid  de  'English  Flag'  in  an  'English  Bottom'  ' 

Dedicated  to  the  Baltimore  Light  Artiliery,  C.  S.  A.:  by  Captain 
G.  W.  Alexander.  (R.  B.  B.  81.) 

"The  Maryland  boys  are  coining 

Dost  hear  their  stirring  drums?" — 

Dedication:  To  Mrs.  Fanny  S.  Bears:  By  F.  B.  Kingston,  Feb. 
23,  1864.  (W.  F.) 

"To  you,  though  known  but  yesterday,  I  trust 

Thrv    \\inp-d    thoughts  of  mine" — 

Dejected:  By  G.  W.  Archer,  M.  D:  In  the  Field,  Sept.  '64.  (E. 
V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Turmoil,   never,   never   ending! 

Clamor,  clmigor,  grasp  and  groan!"- 

Desolated:    By  Fanny  Downing.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"A  weight  of  suffering  my  spirit  seals 

As  I  stand  of  life's  s\s.    test  joys  Ix-reft," — 

Despondency:  By  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke  of  N.  C.]  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"Tin-  waters  in  life's  goblet  sink, 
\\  hich  late  were  foaming  to  its  brink" — 


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The  Despot's  Song:  By  Old  Secesh.  Baltimore,  March  15, 
1862.  (R.  R.) 

"With  a  beard  that  was  filthy  and  red 
His  mouth  with  tobacco  bespread" — 

Destruction  of  the  Vandal  Host  at  Manassas:  A  Parody:  by  J. 
J.  H.  (R.  R.) 

"Abe  Lincoln  came  down  like  a  wolf  on  the  fold, 
And  his  cohorts  were  thirsting  for  silver  and  gold," — 

The  Devil's  Delight:    By  John  R.  Thompson.     (Amaranth.) 

"To  breakfast  one  morning  the  Devil  came  down, 
By  demons  and  vassals  attended:" — 

The  Devil's  Visit  to  Old  Abe:  Written  on  the  occasion  of  Lincoln's 
proclamation  for  prayer  and  fasting  after  the  battle  of  Man 
assas:  by  Reverend  E.  P.  Birch,  of  La  Grange,  Ga.,  Feb. 
10,  1862.  (Wash'n  52.) 

"Old  Abe  was  sitting  in  his  chair  of  state, 

With  one  foot  on  the  mantel  and  one  on  the  grate" — 

Devotion:    Jan.  1863.     (Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"Now  that  another  year's  gone  by 
And  gushing  tears  have  filled  the  eye" — • 

Died:  Arthur  Robinson:  Richmond,  Dec.  23,  1863.  (E.  V. 
M.  '69.) 

"Gone  from  the  tumult — gone  from  the  strife, 
From  the  evil  times  that  sadden  life;" — 

A  Dirge:  by  G.  W.  Archer,  M.  D.,  Harford  Co.,  Md.,  June,  '61. 

(E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"How  can  I  rest? 
E'en  in  the  quiet  of  this  lonely  wood" — 

Dirge  for  Ashby:  by  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston:    (W.  G.  S.) 

"Hear  ye  that  thrilling  word — 
Accent  of  dread" — 

Disgrace  and  Shame:  Air,  "The  Campbells  Are  Coming."  (R. 
B.  B.  21.) 

"Hallo!  what's  the  matter? 

Indigo's  blue,  why  this  clatter" — 

Dixey's  Land:  Baltimore  and  Frederick  Streets,  Baltimore,  Md. 
(Wash'n  54.) 

"Away  down  South  in  de  fields  ob  cotton, 
Pork  and  cabbage  in  de  pot." — 

Dixie:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Dixie  home  of  love  and  beauty;  in  the  past  supremely  best, 
Now  athwart  thee,  falling  darkly,  see,  a  funeral  shadow  rest." — 

Dixie:    By  Richard  W.  Nicholls.     (N.  Y.  P.  L.) 

"Southron,  your  country  calls  you 

And  in  arms  must  now  enroll  you" — 


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Dixie:    By  Albert  Pike:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Southrons,  hear  your  country  call  you! 
Up,  lest  worse  than  death  befall  you!" — 

Dixie:  1861:  By  Ina  Marie  Porter,  of  Greenville,  Ala.  (N.  Y. 
P.  L.) 

"In  Dixie  cotton  loves  to  grow 
With  leaf  of  green  and  boll  of  snow," — 

Dixie  Doodle:     (Randolph.) 

"Dixie  whipped  old  Yankee  Doodle  early  in  the  morning 
So  Yankeedom  had  best  look  out" — 

Dixie  the  Land  of  King  Cotton:  From  the  Highly  Successful 
Musical  Operetta  "The  Vivandiere."  Words  by  Captain 
Hughes  of  Vicksburg:  music  by  J.  H.  Hewitt.  (R.  B.  M.) 

"Oh,  Dixie  the  land  of  King  Cotton, 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free," — 

Dixie  War  Song:    By  H.  S.  Stanton,  Esq.      (L.  &  L.) 
"Hear  ye  not  the  sounds  of  battle 
Sabres  clash  and  muskets  rattle?" — 

Dix's  Manifesto:  Air,  "Dearest  Mae:"  by  "B."  Baltimore, 
Sept.  11,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.  23.) 

"Once  on  a  time  in  Baltimore 
There  reigned  a  mighty  King." — 

Dodges  Police:    Air,  "Wait  for  the  Wagon."     (R.  B.  B.  24.) 
"Come  all  ye  Southern  lassies 
That  joined  in  our  parade," — 

Doffing  the  Gray:  By  Lieutenant  Falligant  of  Savanah,  Ga. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"Off  with  your  gray  suits,  boys — 

Off  with  your  rebel  gear" — 

Do  They  Miss  Me  in  the  Trenches!  Vicksburg  Song.  Air,  "Do 
They  Miss  Me  at  Home."  (Alsb.) 

"Do  they  miss  me  in  the  trenches,  do  they  miss  me, 
When  the  shells  fly  so  thickly  round," — 

Do  We  Weep  For  the  Heroes  That  Died  for  Us?  By  Father  A. 
J.  Ryan.  (Sunny.) 

"Do  we  weep  for  the  heroes  who  died  for  us, 

Who,  living,  were  true  and  tried  for  us," — 

Down-Trodden  Maryland:  Air,  "Tom  Bowling:"  by  B.  [This 
is  especially  interesting  because  the  poem,  which  is  here  of 
three  stanzas,  1,  2  and  3,  is  to  be  found  in  R.  B.  B.  67,  in 
its  3rd  edition,  expandedto  6  stanzas,  l-f-a-f-2+b-f  c-f-3,  signed 
N.  G.  R.  (Dr.  N.  G.  Ridgely),  dated  Baltimore,  March 
4,  1862.]  (R.  B.  B.  64.) 

"Down-trodden,  despised,  see  brave  Maryland  lie 
The  noblest  of  all  States"— 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  89 

Do  Ye  Quail?    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Do  you  quail  but  to  hear,  Carolinians, 
The  first  foot-tramp  of  Tyranny's  minions?" — 

Dreaming:    By  Fanny  Downing.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"Locked  in  deep  and  tranquil  slumber, 
In  a  charmed  trance  she  lies;" — 

Dreaming  in  the  Trenches:    By  William  Gordon  M'Cabe.     Peters 
burg  Trenches,  1864.     (C.  C.) 

"I  picture  her  there  in  the  quaint  old  room 

Where  the  fading  fire-light  starts  and  falls,"— 

A  Dream  Visit  to  the  Battle-Field  of  Sharpsburg:      By  Leola  [Mrs. 
Loula  W.  Rogers,  of  Ga.]     (Amaranth.) 

"Hush'd  was  the  inspiring  strain  of  martial  band, 
Which  late  had  waked  the  slumbering  hills  to  life;" — 

Drinking  Song:    Air,    "We   Won't   Go   Home   'Till   Morning." 
By  F.  B.     (W.  F.) 

"I'll  tell  you  just  what  I  think,  boys, 
In  troubles  who  wish  to  be  gay," — 

The  Drummer  Boy:    By  James  R.  Brewer.     Annapolis,  July  28, 
1862.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"All  pallid  upon  his  couch  he  lay, 

As  death  fast  dimmed  his  eye," — 

The  Drummer  Boy  of  Shiloh:     (Alsb.) 

"On  Shiloh's  dark  and  bloody  ground  the  dead  and  wounded  lay, 
Amongst  them  was  a  drummer  boy  that  beat  the  drum  that  day," — 

During  a  Snow  Storm:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Mists  of  beauty  fill  the  air, 
With    splendor    rare:" — 

Dutch  Volunteer:    By  Harry  McCarthy.     (1862.)     (Fag.) 

"It  was  in  Ni  Orleans  city 

I  first  heard  der  drums  und  fife," — 

Duty  and  Defiance:    By  Colonel  Hamilton  Washington.     (Alsb.) 

"Raise  the  thrilling  cry,  to  arms! 

Texas  needs  us  all,  Texans!" — 

The  Dying  Confederate's  Last  Words:    By  Maryland.   [Note  in 
pencil,  by  L.  Katzenberger,    Baltimore.]     (R.  B.  B.  23.) 

"Dear  Comrades,  on  my  brow  the  hand  of  death  is  cast, 
My  breath  is  growing  short,  all  pain  will  soon  be  past." — 

The  Dying  Mother:    By  Colonel  B.  H.  Jones.     Johnson's  Island, 
Ohio,  March,  1865.     (Sunny.) 

"Where  Great  Kanawha,    'River  of  the  Woods,' 
Flows  tranquilly  amid  Virginia's  hills," — 

The  Dying  Soldier:     (R.  B.  B.  22.) 

"My  noble  commander  I  thank  God,  you  have  come! 
You  know  the  dear  ones  who  are  waiting  at  home." — 


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The  Dying  Soldier:  By  R.  R.  B.  1861-1862.  (C.  C.  from  The 
Southern  Field  and  Fireside.) 

"Lay  him  down  gently  where  shadows  lie  still 

And  cool,  by  the  side  of  the  bright  mountain  rill," — 

The  Dying  Soldier:    By  James  A.  Mecklin.     (S.  B.  P.) 
"Gather  round  him  where  he's  lying, 

Hush  your  footsteps,  whisper  low," — 

The  Dying  Soldier:    By  Philula.     (S.  L.  M .,  Nov.  and  Dec.  '63.) 

"I  am  dying,  comrade,  dying, 
Ebbs  the  feeble  life-tide  fast," — 

Dying  Soldier  Boy:  Air,  "Maid  of  Monterey:"  by  A.  B.  Cunning 
ham,  of  La.  (Alsb.) 

"Upon  Manassas'  bloody  plain,  a  soldier  boy  lay  dying! 
The  gentle  winds  above  his  form  in  softest  tones  were  sighing;" — 

The  Dying  Soldier,  or  The  Moon  Rose  O'er  the  Battle-Plain:  An 
admired  song  composed  for  the  pianoforte:  published  by  J. 
W.  Davis  &  Sons,  Richmond,  Va.,  1864.  (R.  B.  M.) 

"The  moon  rose  o'er  the  battle-plain 
And  smiled  from  her  dark  throne," — 

Dying  Words  of  Stonewall  Jackson:     (Hubner.) 

"The  stars  of  night  contain  the  glittering  Day 
And  rain  his  glory  down  with  sweeter  grace," — 

1861:.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Virginia's  sons  are  mustering,  from  every  hill  and  dale, 
The  sound  of  fife  and  drum  is  borne  upon  the  rising  gale," — 

Eight  Years  Ago:  A  Prison  Lay:  by  W.  E.  Penn,  of  Tenn. 
(Sunny.) 

"Just  eight  years  ago,  I  remember  the  day, 
When  all  was  so  happy,  so  joyous  and  gay," — 

Elegy  on  Leaving  Home:  Air,  "Good-bye:"  by  Major  Webber, 
2nd  Kentucky  Cavalry,  Morgan's  Command.  December, 
1862.  (W.  L.) 

"Farewell!  Farewell!  my  fair  loved  land, 
Where  I  hoped  to  live  and  die;"- 

Ella  Nocare:    By  Dick.     (S.  L.  M.,  Jan.,  '61.) 

"Fair  Ella  NCM-HH* — bright  Klin  Nocare, 

Was  lx>rn  of  ;i    uc;tltli\    >irr" — 

The  Empty  Sleeve:    By  Dr.  J.  R.  Bagby,  of  Virginia.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Tom,  old  fellow,  I  grieve  to  see 

The  deevr  hanging  loose  at  your  side," — 

Encore  el  Tonjours  'Maryland:  by  Constance  Gary:  (Bohemian.) 

"A   pl«-ji   for    Miirxhud!' 
Outraged  old  Maryland!" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  91 

The  Enemy  Shall  Never  Reach  Your  City:  Andrew  Jackson's 
Address  to  the  people  of  New  Orleans.  (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Never,  while  such  as  ye  are  in  the  breach, 
Oh!     brothers,  sons  and  Southrons,  never!  never!" — 

Enfants  du  Sud:  By  R.  Thomassy:  for  the  Courier.  Nouvelle 
Orleans,  2  Janvier,  1861.  (R.  N.  S.) 

"Enfants  du  Sud,  1'outrage  et  la  menace 
Aux  nobles  coeurs  ne  laissent  plus  de  choix." — 

England's  Neutrality:    A  Parliamentary  Debate,   with  notes  by 
a   Confederate  Reporter:  by  John  R.   Thompson.     (S.   S.) 
"All  ye  who  with  credulity  the  whispers  hear  of  fancy, 
Or  yet  pursue  with  eagerness  Hope's  wild  extravagancy," — 

Enigma:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"My  whole  forms  a  part  of  what  means  'no  one  knows,' 
My  second's  a  name  oft  given  to  my  foes:" — 

Enlisted  Today:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"I  know  the  sun  shines,  and  the  lilacs  are  blowing, 
And  summer  sends  kisses  by  beautiful  May." — 

The  Ensign:  An  Incident  of  the  Battle  of  Gettysburg:  by  Rob 
ert.  Camp  1st  La.  Regulars,  Nicholl's  Brigade,  Aug.  14, 
1863.  (S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.  '63.) 

"The  shrill  bugle  sounded — down  the  battle  scarred  front — 
Rang  the  music  to  many  an  ear," — 

Epistle  to  the  Ladies:    By  W.  E.  M.,  of  General  Lee's  Army. 

(W.  L.) 

"Ye  Southern  maids  and  ladies  fair, 

Of  whatso'er  degree," — 

Ethnogenesis:  Written  during  the  meeting  of  the  1st  Southern 
Congress,  at  Montgomery,  Feb.,  1861:  by  Henry  Timrod  of 
S.  C.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Hath  not  the  morning  dawned  with  added  light, 
And  shall  not  evening  call  another  star." 

Eulogy  of  the  Dead:    By  B.  F.  Porter,  of  Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Oh!  weep  not  for  the  dead 

Whose  blood  for  freedom  shed," — 

Evacuation  of  Manassas:  By  Iris.  Warrenton,  April  5,  1862. 
S.  L.  M.,  Sept.  and  Oct.,  1862,  under  title  of  Rear  Guard  of 
Army.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  hills  were  touched  with  sunset  tints,  and  the  sky  was  painted,  too, 
When  the  rear  guard  of  the  army  came  marching  into  view," — 

Exchanged!     By    Major     George    McKnight     ("Asa    Hartz"). 
(Sunny.) 

"From  his  dim  prison  house  by  Lake  Erie's  bleak  shore, 
He  is  borne  to  his  last  resting  place;" — 


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The  Exiled  Soldiers'  Adieu  to  Maryland:  By  I.  Camp  near 
Manassas,  July  5,  1861:  printed  in  the  C.  S.  Army.  (R. 
B.  B.  79.) 

"Adieu  my  home!     Adieu  dear  Maryland! 

For  honor  calls  me  now  away  from  thee." — 

The  Exodus:  II  Kings,  vii,  6,  7,  15  and  Joel  ii,  20:  by  Old 
Soldier.  (R.  B.  B.  25.) 

"O  bright  eyed  maidens  of  the  South,  your  happy  voices  raise, 
And  make  your  timbrels  ring  with  sounds  of  triumphs  and  praise," — 

The  Expected  Texas  Invasion:  The  Bloody  Twentieth,  Galveston, 
Tex.,  March  22,  1865.  (Alsb.) 

"What  right  have  the  Northmen  our  homes  to  invade — 
Could  the  scions  of  freemen  admit?" — 

Fable  or  History:  (Victor  Hugo)  by  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke 
of  N.  C.]  (S.  L.  M.) 

"A  hungry  Ape  one  summer's  day 
Did  idly  through  a  forest  stray," — 

The  Fair  and  the  Brave:  Flag  Presentation  to  the  "Jackson  Hor 
nets"  by  Eleven  Young  Ladies  at  Beilefonte,  Ala.  Written 
by  a  Tennessee  poetess.  (P.  &.  P.  B.  from  the  Charleston 
Mercury.) 

"First  to  rise  against  oppression 
In  this  glorious  Southern  band;" — 

The  Faith  of  The  South:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"God   is  the  weak   man's  arm, 
We  cannot  feel  despair;" — 

The  Fall  of  Sumter,  April,  1861:  By  A.  L.  D.  of  Raleigh,  N.  C. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

'Twas  in  the  early  morning,  all  Charleston  lay  asleep, 
While  yet  the  purple  darkness  was  resting  on  the  deep." — 

Farewell:    By  F.  B.,  Clinton,  June  3,  1863.     (W.  F.) 
"Farewell!     Stern  duty  calls  me  fast 
'Gainst  the  foe," — 

Farewell,  Forever,  the  Star  Spangled  Banner:  By  Mrs.  E.  D. 
Hundley,  May  14,  1862.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Let  tyrants  and  slaves  submissively   tremble, 
And  bow  down  their  necks  'neath  the  'Juggernaut'  car," — 

Farewell  to  Brother  Johnathan:    By  Caroline.     (R.  R.) 

"Farewell!     we  must  part:  we  have  turned  from  the  land." — 

Farewell  to  Johnson's  Island:  By  Major  George  McKnight 
(Asa  Hartz).  (Sunny.) 

"I  leave  thy  shore,  O  hated  Isle, 

Where  misery  marked  my  days;" — 


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A  Farewell  to  Pope:    By  John  R.  Thompson,  of  Virginia.     (W. 

G.  S.) 

"  'Hats  off'  in  the  crowd,  'Present  arms'  in  the  line, 
Let  the  standards  all  bow,  and  the  sabres  incline" — 

Fast  and  Pray:    "I  appoint  Friday,  Nov.  15th,  a  day  of  general 
fasting  and  prayer,"  Jefferson  Davis.     (Bohemian.) 
"Soldier,  on  the  whitened  field, 
Resting  on  thy  burnished  shield," — 

Fast  Day,  Nov.  1861:    By  Miss  R.  Powell  of  Virginia.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Hark  to  the  silvery  chiming 
That  stirs  the  quiet  air," — 

The  Fate  of  the  Republic:  (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mer 
cury.) 

"Thus,  the  grand  fabric  of  a  thousand  years — 
Reared  with  such  art  and  wisdom  by  a  race," — 

The  Federal  Vandals:    Micah  iv,  13:  by  Senex.     (Note  by  author: 
The  writer  has  taken  the  liberty  to  vary  and  to  apply  to  our 
Northern  foes  part  of  an  original  poem  in  MSS.  written  by 
himself.)     (R.  R.  and  under  the  title  of  //  is  I!  R.  B.  B.) 
"They  come,  they  come, — a  motley  crew 

For  rapine,  rape  and  plunder  met;" — 

The  Federal  Vendue:  Abraham  Auctionarius  Loquitur.  (R. 
B.  B.  27). 

"And  going — going!     Step  up,  friends, 
I've  lots  of  lumber  here  to  sell" — 

Few  Days:     (Alsb.) 

"Our  country  now  is  great  and  free,  few  days,  few  days; 
And  thus  shall  it  ever  be,  we  know  the  way;" — 

Fiat  Justitia:  Dedicated  to  the  Maryland  Prisoners  at  Fort 
Warren:  by  a  Lady  of  Baltimore,  H.  Rebel.  (E.  V.  M., 
under  title  of  God  Will  Repay  R.  B.  B.) 

"There  is  no  day  however  darkly  clouded 
But  hath  a  brighter  sun," — 

Field  of  Glory:    By  J.  H.  Hewitt. 

"When  upon  the  field  of  glory 
'Mid  the  battle  cry" — 

The  Field  of  Williamsburg:  To  Eugene:  by  C.  C.  (S.  L.  M., 
Aug.  '63.) 

"Back  to  the  field,  whence  yestere'en 
The  Vandal  Horde  were  flying  seen," — 

The  Fiend  Unbound:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"No  more  with  glad  and  happy  cheer 

And  smiling  face,  doth  Christmas  come" — 


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Fight  On!  Fight  Ever!  By  Dr.  D.  M.  Norfolk  City  Jail,  Sept 
7,  1863.  (C.  C.) 

"Still  wave  the  stars  and  bars 

O'er  Sumter's  battered  walls;" — 

The  Fire  of  Freedom:    (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  holy  fire  that  nerved  the  Greek 
To  make  his  stand  at  Marathon." — 

First  Love:  By  Colonel  Wm.  S.  Hawkins.  Johnson's  Island, 
Ohio,  Jan.,  1865.  (Sunny.) 

"In  the  blithesome  days  of  boyhood, 
In  the  unforgotten  past; 

Fishing  in  Troubled  Waters:     (R.  B.  B.  87.) 

"In  a  dingy  room  of  a  mansion  old,  a  solemn  'council'  met. 
To  discuss  the  many  dangers,  with  which  they  were  beset." 

The  Flag:    (R.  B.  B.  77.) 

"The  Stars  and  Stripes!  is  that  the  flag  the  Northern  army  waves, 

To  make  ignoble  races  free  and  noble  nations  slaves?" — 
The  Flag  of  Secession:    Air,  "The  Star  Spangled  Banner:"   [by 
Frederick  Pinkney?]     (R.  B.  B.  27.) 
"Oh  say  can't  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light 
What  you  yesterday  held  to  be  vaunting  and  dreaming," — 

Flag  of  Our  Country:  By  a  Lady  of  Winchester.  (Broadside 
in  possession  of  Editor.) 

"Flag  of  our  country,  we're  weeping  for  thee, 

Dimm'd  are  the  stars  round  the  Palmetto  tree" — 
Flag  of  the  Free  Eleven:     (Randolph.) 

"Over  land  and  sea  let  it  kiss  the  breeze, 
For  the  smile  of  approving  Heaven" — 

The  Flag  of  the  Lone  Star:  By  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke  of 
N.  C.]  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Hurrah  for  the  Lone  Star! 

Up,  up  to  the  mast," — 

The  Flag  of  the  South:  For  the  Evening  Star:  suggested  by  the 
raising  of  the  flag  in  Kansas  City:  by  Charles  P.  Lenox.  (R. 
B.  B.  26J£) 

"Let  the  flag  of  the  South  be  thrown  to  the  breeze, 
Over  land,  over  sea,  let  her  float  at  her  ease." — 

Flag  of  the  South:  For  the  Evening  Star:  by  J.  H.,  Baltimore, 
Md.  (R.  B.  B.  26^.) 

"Oh  flag  of  the  South,  in  the  hues  of  tliy  splendor 

The  emblems  of  right  and  of  triumph  we  see." — 

Flag  of  the  Southland:    Air,  "I'm  Afloat:"  by  Major  E.  W.  Cave, 
of  Houston:     (Alsb.) 
"Flag  of  the  Southland!     Flag  of  the  free! 
Ere  thy  sons  will  be  slaves  they  will  perish  with  thee!" — 


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Flag  of  Truce:  By  Jay  W.  Bee,  P.  A.  C.  S.,  2nd  Kentucky  Cav 
alry,  Morgan's  Command.  Johnson's  Island,  Ohio,  July, 
1864.  (W.  L.) 

"Thou  beautiful  emblem  of  Peace — 

White  sail  upon  war's  bloody  seas." — 

Flight  of  Doodles:     (B.  B.) 

"I  come  from  old  Manassas,  with  a  pocket  full  of  fun — 
I  killed  forty  Yankees  with  a  single-barrelled  gun" — 

The  Foe  at  the  Gates:  Charleston:  by  John  Dickson  Bruns,  M.  D. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"Ring  round  her!  children  of  her  glorious  skies 
Whom  she  hath  nursed  to  stature  proud  and  great," — 

Fold  It  Up  Carefully:  A  reply  to  the  lines  entitled  "The  Conquer 
ed  Banner:"  by  Sir  Henry  Houghton,  Bart,  of  England, 
Oct.,  1865.  (The  following,  written  in  England,  comes  to 
us  from  a  friend  in  Virginia,  who  says  it  was  sent  by  the 
author  to  a  gentleman  in  that  state,  and  that  it  has  not  yet 
appeared  in  print.)  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Gallant  nation,  foiled  by  numbers, 

Say  not  that  your  hopes  are  fled;" — 

Follow!    Boys,  Follow!      By  Millie  Mayfield.     (B.  B.) 
"Follow,   brave   boys,   follow! 

"Tis  the  roll-call  of  the  drum," — 

For  Bales:    Air,  "Johnny  Fill  up  the  Bowl."     (Fag.) 
"We  all  went  down  to  New  Orleans, 
For  Bales,  for  Bales; — " 

For  Punch:     (Bohemian  from  the  Southern  Literary  Messenger.) 

"For  fifty  years  the  world  has  rung 
With  nothing  strange  or  new,  sir," — 

Forget?    Never!      By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Ball.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Can  the  mother  forget  the  child  of  her  love, 
Who  was  in  her  tenderest  heartstrings  woven," — 

Fort  Donelson  Falls:  Written  in  great  agony,  3  p.  m.,  Feb.  17, 
[1862?]:  by  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Demons,  hark!  those  cannon  booming; 
Death  howls  over  liberty," — 

For*  Donelson:  The  Siege:    Feb.,  1862:  by  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield. 

(E.  V.  M.) 

"I  cannot  look  on  the  sunshine 

That  breaks  thro'  the  clouds  today" — 

Fort  Moultrie:    For  the  Courier:  by  Carolina.    Jan,  1861.     (B. 

N.  S.) 

"Long  the  pride  of  Carolina, 
Cherished  in  our  'heart  of  hearts,'  " — 


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Forts  Morris  and  Moultrie:     (Bohemian.) 

"Hark,  the  wind-storm  how  it  rushes! 
List!  methinks  I  hear  the  strain" — 

Fort  Sumter:     (R.  R.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 
"It  was  a  noble  Roman 
In  Rome's  imperial  day," — 

Fort  Sunder:    By  H.     (Bohemian  from  the  New  Orleans  Delta.} 
"Ask  the  Fort — let  Peace  prevail, 

Claim  the  Fort — but  yet  forbear" — 

Fort  Sumter:    [By  C.  B.  Northrup.]     (Outcast.) 

"Up  through  the  water,  lowering  high," — 

Fort  Sumter:    A  Southern  Song.     Air,  "Dearest  May:"  by  Dr. 
Barnstable,  B.  C.  H.  G.     (R.  B.  B.  26.) 

"Come  now  and  gather  round  me, 
A   story    I'll   relate,"- 

Fort  Wagner:    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Char 
leston  Mercury.) 

"Glory  unto  the  gallant  boys  who  stood 
At  Wagner,  and  unflinching,  sought  the  van," — 

The  b7lh  Va.  Regiment:    At  the  Battle  of  Frazier's  Farm,  June 
30,  1862:  by  S.  D.  D.     (S.  L.  M.,  March,  1863.) 

"Virginians!  let  the  foe  now  feel 

What  vengeance  ours  may  be;" — 

The  Four  Brothers:    By  Lieutenant  E.  C.  McCarthy.     (Sunny.) 

"In  sadness,  in  sorrow,  a  soldier  wept, 
O'er  the  form  so  cold  and  chill," — 

A  Fragment:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Why  needst  thou  go  away  from  me,  my  love? 

Thou  wilt  not  fight  for  home  or  lands,  but  wilt," — 
A  Fragment,  Cabinet  Council:    From  the  Charleston  Mercury. 
(P.  &  P.  B.) 

"Give  me  another  Scotch  cap;  wrap  me  in  a  military  cloak, 

Have  mercy,  Jeff.  Davis!     Soft — I  did  but  dream!" 

Freedoms  Call:    Air,  "God  Save  the  South."     Baltimore,  June 
1,  1862.     (R.  B.  B.  28.) 

"Southrons,    to    arms! 
Justice  with  flaming  sword," — 

Freedom's  Muster  Drum:    By  John  H.  Hewitt.     (Lee.) 

"When  Freedom  from   her  du//ling  home 

Looked  down  upon  the  breathing  world," — 

Freedom's  New  Banner:    By  Dan  E.  Townsend.    June  30,  1862. 
(Fag.  from  the  Richmond  Dispatch.) 

"\\  lien  clouds  of  appr«-h«Tision  o'ershaded 
The  banner  that  Liberty  bore," — 


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From  the  Rapidan,  1864:    (W.  G.  S.) 

"A  low  wind  in  the  pines! 

And  a  dull  pain  in  the  breast!" — 
From  the  South  to  the  North:    By  C.  L.  S.     (R.  R.) 

"There  is  no  union  when  the  hearts 

That  once  were  bound  together," — 

The  Frontier  Ranger:    By  M.  B.  Smith,  2nd  Texas.     (Alsb.) 

"Come  list  to  a  Ranger,  you  kind-hearted  stranger. 
A  song,  tho'  a  sad  one,  you  are  welcome  to  hear," — 
The  Funeral  Dirge  of  Stonewall  Jackson:    By  Rosa  Vertner  Jeffrey, 
May  20,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Muffled  drum  and  solemn  bugle, 

Sound  a  dirge  as  on  ye  move," — 
Funeral  of  Albert  Sidney  Johnston:     (Fag.) 

"He  fell,  and  they  cried,  bring  us  home  our  dead! 
We'll  bury  him  here  where  the  prairies  spread," — 

The  Gallant  Colonel:    (R.  B.  B.  32.) 

"There  lived  a  man  in  Brooklin  town 

An  Abolition  teacher" — 

Gallant  Second  Texans:      Air,  "Maid  of  Monterey:"  by  M.  B. 
Smith,  Company  C.,  2nd  Texas:     (Alsb.) 
"The  gallant  Second  Texians  are  men  that  we  hold  dear, 

Thro'  out  our  loved  Confederacy  their  praises  you  will  hear," — 
Gather!    Gather!    By  Robert  Joselyn.     (Bohemian.) 

"Gather  around  your  country's  flag, 

Men  of  the  South!  the  hour  has  come," — 

The  Gathering  of  the  Southern  Volunteers:  Air,  "La  Marseillaise." 
(S.  L.  M.,  June,  1861.) 

"Sons  of  the  South!  behold  the  morning 
God-like  ascends  his  golden  car," — 

Gay  and  Happy:  Camp  Song  of  the  Maryland  Line  as  Sung  by 
the  Baltimore  Boys  in  Richmond.  Air,  "Gay  and  Happy." 
(C.  S.  B.) 

"We're  the  boys  so  gay  and  happy 

Wheresoe'er  we  chance  to  be" — 

Gendron  Palmer,  of  the  Holcombe  Legion:  By  Ina  M.  Porter  of 
Alabama.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"He  sleeps  upon  Virginia's  strand 

While  comrades  of  the  Legion  stand," — 

General  Albert  Sidney  Johnston:  By  Mary  Jervey,  of  Charleston. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"In  the  thickest  fight  triumphantly  he  fell 

While  into  Victory's  arms  he  led  us  on;" — 

General  Beauregard:     (R.  B.  B.  9.) 

"When  war  clouds  gathered  about  our  land 
And  out  of  the  North  came  a  hostile  band," — 


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General  Butler:    Air,  "Yankee  Doodle."     (R.  B.  B.  12.) 
"Butler  and  I  went  out  from  camp 
At  Bethel  to  make  battle," — 

General  Hood's  Last  Charge:    By  Mary  Hunt  McCaleb.     (Im.) 

"The  twilight  of  death  is  beginning  to  fall. 
Death's  shadows  are  creeping  high  upon  the  wall," — 

A  General  Invitation:    By  I.  R.     (S.  S.) 

"Come!  leave  the  noisy  Longstreet, 
Fly  to  the  Fields  wilh  me;"— 

General  Jackson  in  the  Valley  of  the  Shenandoah:    Air,  "Dandy 
Jim:"  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  clouds  were  heavy  o'er  our  land, 
And  darkest  o'er  the  brave  true  band" — 

General  J.  E.  B.  Stuart:    By  John  R.  Thompson.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"We  could  not  pause,  while  yet  the  noontide  air 
Shook  with  the  cannonade's  incessant  pealing," — 

General  Jeff  Davis:    Air,  "Kelvin  Grove:"     (West.  Res.) 
"Who  is  this  with  noble  mein 
Southern  hearties,  O!" — 

General  John   B.   Floyd:    By   Eulalie.     Woodlawn,   Va.,   April, 
1866.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  noble  hero  calmly  sleeps 

Unheeding  all  life's  surging  woes," — 

General  Johnston:    Air,  "American  Star."     (R.  B.  B.  50.) 

"Behold  the  brave  son  of  the  Good  'Old  Dominion' 
The  Yankees  for  niggers,  but  Johnston  for  me" — 

General  Lee:    Air,  "Oh,  Carry  Me  Back  to  Old  Virginny."     (R. 
B.  B.  60.) 

"There  is  a  man  in  Old  Virginny 

His  name  is  General  Lee," — 
General  Lee:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"I've  tried  to  write  of  General  Lee, 

But  always  stop,  to  bend  my  knee" — 

General  Lee  At  the  Battle  of  the  Wilderness:    By  Tenella.     [Mrs. 
M.  B.  Clarke  of  N.  C.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"There  he  stood,  the  grand  old  hero,  great  Virginia's  god-like  son 
Second  unto  none  in  glory:  equal  to  her  Washington." — 

General  Price's  Appeal:     (Alsb.) 

"Dome  from  the  Western  fountains. 

Come  from  the  plains  so  wild  and  rough," — 

General  Robert  E.  Lee:    By  Tenella:     [Mrs.  R.  B.  Clark  of  N.  C.] 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"As  went  the  knight  with  sword  and  shit  -Id 
To  tourney  or  to  battle  field," — 


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General  Tom  Green:    By  Mrs.  Wm.  Barnes,  of  Galveston.     (Alsb.) 

"A  warrior  has  fallen!     a  chieftain  has  gone! 
A  hero  of  heroes  has  sunk  to  his  rest!" — 

Georgia,  My  Georgia!:    By  Carrie  B.  Sinclair.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Hark!  'tis  the  cannon's  deafening  roar, 
That  sounds  along  thy  sunny  shore," — 

A  Georgia  Volunteer:  Written  by  Mrs.  Townshend  at  the  ne 
glected  grave  of  one  who  was  a  member  of  the  12th  Georgia, 
a  regiment  whose  gallantry  was  conspicuous  on  every  field 
where  its  colors  waved,  and  which  won  praise  for  peculiar 
daring,  even  among  the  'foot-cavalry"  of  Jackson:  by  Xar- 
iffa.  (C.  C.) 

"Far  up  the  lonely  mountain-side 

My  wandering  footsteps  led;" — 

Gettysburg:  By  Edward  L.  Walker,  M.  D.,  of  North  Carolina. 
(Amaranth.) 

"From  the  hills  of  the  West  to  the  shores  of  the  sea, 
From  the  yellow  Roanoke  to  the  distant  Pedee," — 

The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me:     (Alsb.) 

"I'm  lonesome  since  I  crossed  the  hills  and  o'er  the  moor  that's  sedgy 
With  heavy  thoughts  my  mind  is  filled,  since  parted  I  with  Peggy." — 

The  Girls  of  the  Monumental  City:  Written  by  a  Confederate 
Prisoner.  Baltimore,  Md.,  March,  1862.  (S.  B.  P.) 

"Daughters  of  the  sunny  South 

Where  Freedom  loves  to  dwell," — 

Give  Them  Bread!     By  G.  L.  R.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Have  you  heard  the  calls  for  succor, 
Cries  of  hunger  that  have  come," — 

Give   Up!      By  Colonel  B.  H.  Jones.     Johnson's  Island,   1865. 

(Sunny.) 

"Give  up  and  plead,  'twas  the  fiat  of  fate 

That  the  blood  which  now  reddens  your  veins," — 

Glen  Roy:  Sonnet:    By  F.  B.     Gloucester  Co.,  Va.,  Sept.  1861. 

(W.  F.) 

"It  is  a  curious  world,  this  world  of  ours, 
Time  but  creates  in  order  to  destroy," — 

Glorious  January  1,  1863:  Air,  "Oaks  of  James  Davis:"  by  M 
B.  Smith,  Company  C,  2nd  Regiment  Texas  Volunteers. 

(Alsb.) 

"Come,  all  ye  brave  Texians,  come  join  in  my  song 
Let  joy  and  thanksgiving  and  praises  abound," — 

God  and  Our  Rights:     (Randolph.) 

"God  and  our  Right,  from  every  glen, 
Come  marching  ranks  of  fearless  men," — 


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God  Be  Our  Trust:    Air,   "Heaven   Is   Our  Home:  let  not  our 
courage  fail."     (R.  B.  B.  37.) 

"God  save  our  Southern  land,  God  IK>  our  trust, 
Storms  rage  on  every  hand,  God  be  our  trust," — 

God  Bless  Our  Land:  Anthem  of  the  Confederate  States:  by 
E.  Young,  Lexington,  Ga.  (Bohemian  from  the  Southern 
Field  and  Fireside.) 

"Oh  God!    our  only  King, 

To  Thee  our  hearts  we  bring;" — 

God  Bless  Our  President:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"God  bless  our  President, 

The  hope  of  the  Free!"— 

God  Bless  Our  Southern  Land:    Air,   "God  Save  the  Queen." 
Respectfully  inscribed  to  Major  General  J.  B.  Magruder,  and 
sung  on  the  occasion  of  his  public  reception  in  the  city  of 
Houston,  Texas,  Jan.  20,  1863.     (C.  S.  B.) 
"God  bless  our  Southern  land, 
God  save  our  sea-girt  land," — 

God  Bless  the  South:    Air,  "God  Speed  the  Right."     (R.  B.  B.  32.) 
"Now  to  heaven  one  prayer  ascending, 
God  bless  the  South"- 

God  Help  Kentucky:    An  Anthem:     (R.  B.  B.  52.) 
"Lord  from  Thy  heavenly  throne 
Thy  holy  will  be  done;" — 

God  Save  the  South:    (R.  R.) 

"God  bless  our  Southern  land! 

Guard  our  Moved  land!" — 

God  Save  the  South:  By  R.  S.  Agnew  of  Newfern.  December, 
1861.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Wake  every  minstrel's  strain, 

Ring  o'er  each  Southern  plain," — 

God  Save  the  South:  National  Hymn:  By  George  H.  Miles  of 
Frederick,  Md.:  music  by  C.  W.  A.  Ellerbock,  permission  of 
A.  E.  Blackmar.  [Note:  This  was  the  first  song  published 
in  the  South  during  the  War.]  S.  L.  M.,  Oct.,  1863,  from  the 
Charleston  Mercury.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"God  save  the  South, 

Her  altars  and  firesides" — 

God  Save  the  Southern  Land:  A  Hymn.  By  S.  Francis  Cameron, 
of  Md.:  (Amaranth.) 

"Oh,  let  the  cry  awaken, 

From  every  hero-band" — 
Going  Home:    By  M.  L.  M.     (W.  L.) 

"No  flaunting  banners  o'er  them  wave, 
No  arms  flash  back  the  sun's  bright  ray," — 


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Gone  to  the  Battlefield:    By  John  Antrobus,  Headquarters  Ninth 
Va.  Regiment  Volunteers.     (C.  C.) 

"The  reaper  has  left  the  field, 
The  mower  has  left  the  plain," — 

Goober  Peas:    By  A.  Fender.     [One  of  the  most  widely  known 
Confederate  songs.]     (Im.) 

"Sitting  by  the  roadside,  on  a  summer  day, 
Chatting  with  my  messmates,  passing  time  away;" — 

Good  News  From  Dixie:     (R.  B.  B.  34.) 

"How  the  South's  great  heart  rejoices 
At  your  cannon's  ringing  voices," — 

The  Good  Old  Cause:    By  John  D.  Phelan,  of  Montgomery,  Ala. 

(W.  G.  S.) 

"Huzza!  Huzza!  for  the  'Good  Old  Cause,' 
'Tis  a  stirring  sound  to  hear," — 

Governor  Hicks:    Air,  "Money  Musk."     (R.  B.  B.  65.) 

"Mister  Hicks,  full  of  tricks, 

Now  prying,  next  time  trying," — 

Grant's  Litany  Changed  to  Suit  My  Feelings:    Air,  "Spanish  Hymn" 
by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee, 
Low  we  bow  adoring  knee," — 

Grave  of  A.  Sidney  Johnston:    By  J.  B.  Synnott.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"The  Lone  Star  State  secretes  the  clay 
Of  him  who  led  on  Shiloh's  field," — 

The  Grave  of  Ashby:    By  Old  Fogy.     (Amaranth.) 

"Rest,  soldier,  rest!     thy  sword  hath  won 
A  fadeless  wreath  of  glory:" — 

Grave  of  Washington:     (Cav.) 

"Disturb  not  his  slumbers,  let  Washington  sleep 
'Neath  the  boughs  of  the  willow  that  over  him  weep," — 

Graves  for  the  Invaders:    A   Fragment.     Savannah,   Ga.,   1863. 
(R.  B.  B.  35.) 

"Graves  for  the  invaders — graves 

Scoop'd  from  the  reeking  sod" — 

Graves  of  Our  Home-Heroes:    By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan.     March 
31,   1865.     (Corinth). 

"Behold!     they  sleep, 
Our  own  defenders  bold,  who  lately  stood" — 

Great   Big   Bethel   Fight:  Awful   Calamity!      Air,    "Dixie."     (R. 
B.  B.  35.) 

"I'll  tell  you  of  a  tale  that  lately  befell 
And  the  place  where  it  happened  was  big  Bethel," — 


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Great  Cry  and  Little  Wool  or  the  leading  Republicans  described 
in  verse:  By  Barnstable.  Baltimore,  July  2,  1861.  (R. 
B.  B.  34^0 

"O  dearest  Muse,  thy  help  I  ask, 
Though  mine  is  but  a  scurvy  task" — 

The  Great  Fast  Day  in  the  South:  June  13th:  by  B.  Orange 
county.  (S.  L.  M.  August,  '61.) 

"From  yonder  high  embattled  grounds 
Where  Harper's  Ferry  stands,!' — 

Greek  Fire:  or,  The  Siege  of  Charleston:  By  Eustanzia.  New 
Orleans,  Oct.,  1863.  (Wash'n  78.) 

"Hark!  the  battle!  hark!  the  battle! 
Hark!  the  deadly  cannons'  rattle" — 

Greeting  for  Victory:  For  the  Courier:  by  C.  G.  P.  Charleston, 
April  17,  1861.  (R.  N.  S.) 

"Carolinians,  ye  have  answered 
To  our  Mother's  thrilling  call," 

The  Griffin:     (Alsb.) 

"Tis  said  the  Griffins  of  olden  time 
Were  strange  and  monstrous  creatures," — 

Guerrilla:  Verses  circulated  among  the  scouting  parties  of  rebel 
partisan  horse  in  the  Shenandoah  Valley,  in  the  summer  of 
1864.  (E.  V.  M.  '69  from  the  New  York  Round  Table.) 

"Who  hither  rides  so  hard?     A  Scout — 
Just  after  the  midnight  he  stole  out,"- 

The  Guerrilla  Martyrs:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 
"Aye,  to  the  doom — the  scaffold  and  the  chain, 
To  all  your  cruel  tortures,  bear  them  on," 

The  Guerrillas:  [It  may  add  something  to  the  interest  with  which 
these  stirring  lines  are  read,  to  know  that  they  were  composed 
within  the  walls  of  a  Yankee  Bastile.  They  reached  us  in 
Afss.  through  the  courtesy  of  a  returned  prisoner." — Rich 
mond  Examiner.]  By  S.  Teackle  Wallis.  Fort  Lafayette, 
1862.  S.  L.  M.,  July  and  Aug.,  1862,  dated  Fort  Warren 
Dungeon,  1862.  (S.  S.) 

"Awako  and  to  horses!     my  brothers, 
For  the  dawn  is  glimmering  gray," — 

Ha!  Ha!  The  Fii/hHny.  Ha!  Air,  "Ha!  Ha!  the  wooing, 
ha!"  by  Kentucky:  sung  after  the  battle  of  Richmond, 
Ky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Kirhy   Smith   <  ;inir  ln-tv   to  fi^hl ! 
Ha!  ha!  the  fighting!  ha!"— 

Hd(>f)y  Land  of  Canaan:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"I  sing  you  ;•  .song,  and  it  won't  detain  me  long 
All  about  the  times  we  are  gaining;" — 


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Happy  Land  of  Canaan:    A  Texas  Song.     (Randolph.) 

"Oh,  the  Bayou  City  Guards,  they  will  never  ask  for  odds 
When  the  Yankees  in  a  close  place  get  them,  ha!  ha!" — 

Hardee  s  Defence  of  Savannah:  A  Southern  Ballad  of  the  War. 
(R.  B.  B.  40.) 

"Have  you  heard  of  the  brave  Hardee 
The  famous  General  Hardee?" — 

Hard  Times:  By  M.  B.  Smith,  Company  C,  2nd  Regiment, 
Texas  Volunteers.  August  13,  1862.  (Alsb.) 

"Just  listen  awhile  and  give  ear  to  my  song 
Concerning  this  war,  which  will  not  take  me  long;" — 

Hark!     The  Summons:    By  B.     Baltimore,  Oct.   9,   1861.     (R. 

B.  B.  41.) 

"Hark!  in  the  South  the  thundering  drum, 
The  gathering  myriads  ceaseless  hum" — 

Hark!  Hark!  The  War  Bugle:  Air,  "Hark!  Hark!  the  Soft 
Bugle:"  (Randolph.) 

"Hark!  hark!  the  war  bugle,  the  fife  and  the  drum, 
Wake  the  hearts  of  the  noble  and  brave:" — 

Harp  of  the  South:    A  Sonnet:  by  Cora.     (R.  R.) 

"Harp  of  the  South,  awake!  a  loftier  strain 
Than  ever  yet  thy  tuneful  strings  has  stirred," — 

Harp  of  the  South,  Awake!  A  Southern  war  song  dedicated  to 
Captain  Bradley  T.  Johnson,  now  in  service  in  Virginia:  by 
J.  M.  Kilgour,  Frederick,  Md.,  April  10,  1861.  Music  by 

C.  L.  Peticolas:  published  by  George  Dunn,  Richmond,  Va., 
1863.     S.  L.  M.  Editor's  Table,  June,  1861.     (R.  B.  M.) 

"Harp  of  the  South  awake 
From  every  golden  wire," — 

Headquarters  in  the  Saddle:  (Mr.  Samuel's  Scrapbook,  Ridgway.) 
"Pope  his  'headquarters  in  the  saddle'  places 

Where  other  mortals  their  hindquarters  plant,  sir:" — 

Hearing  Cannon:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"I  feel  as  though  in  my  own  coffin  laid, 
Listening  to  the  last  office  that  is  paid," — 

The  Heart  of  Louisiana:  By  Harriet  Stanton.  (R.  R.  from  the 
New  Orleans  Delta.) 

"Oh  let  me  weep  while  o'er  our  land 

Vile  discord  strides,  with  sullen  brow," — 

Heart  Victories:  By  a  Soldier's  Wife.  Front  Royal,  Virginia, 
Oct.  30,  1861.  S.  L.  M.,  Editor's  Table,  Jan.,  1862.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"There's  not  a  stately  hall, 

There's  not  a  cottage  fair," — 


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Hell  See  It  When  He  Wakes:    By  Frank  Lee.     (Im.) 
"Amid  the  clouds  of  battle  smoke 
The  sun  had  died  away," — 

Here  and  There,  A  Contrast:     (E.  V.  M.  from  The  Sunny  South.) 

"There's  clashing  of  arms  in  the  Sunny  South, 
There's  hurrying  to  and  fro," — 

Here's  Your  Mule:    (Alsb.) 

"A  farmer  came  to  camp  one  day,  with  milk  and  eggs  to  sell, 
Upon  a  mule  who  oft  would  stray  to  where  no  one  could  tell," — 

A  Hero's  Daughter:     (M.  C.  L.)    by  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston.     (Beech- 
enbrook.) 

"She  boasts  no  Amazonian  charms, 

Minerva's  helmet  never  crowned  her." — 

The  Heroes  Dream:    Brigadier  General  J.  H.  Morgan  at  Larmen- 
esburg:  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Weary  from  his  loiig  toil 
To  free  his  native  land," — 

The  Hero  Without  A  Name:    By  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins,  C.  S- 
A.,  Prisoner  of  War,  Camp  Chase,  Oct.,  1864.     (E.  V.  M., 

also  S.  S.  No.  7.) 

"I  loved  when  a  child,  to  seek  the  page 
Where  war's  proud  tales  are  grandly  told," — 

Hicksie:    (Parody  on  "Dixie".)     (R.  B.  B.  66.) 

"Ets  a  mighty  bad  way  dey's  got  ole  Hicks  in 
'Case  things  won't  stay  de  how  he's  fixin'    ' — 

His  Last  Words:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Come  let  us  cross  the  river  and  rest  beneath  the  trees, 
And  list  the  merry  leaflets  at  sport  with  every  breeze;"— 

Holly  and  Cypress:    By  Mrs.  Fanny  Downing.     (Amaranth.) 
"Merry  old  Christmas  has  come  again, 

With  plenty  of  pleasure, — naught  of  pain;" — 

Home:    Dedicated  to  a  Young  Woman  of  Petersburg,  Va.     Com 
posed  by  a  Confederate  Soldier,  July  26,  1864.     (C.  C.) 

"What  is  the  sound  of  sweetness  that  thrills  the  wondrous  breast 

And  brings  with  magic  fleetness  fond  thoughts  of  peace  and  rest?" — 
Home— After  the  War:    By  M.  E.  H.    Baltimore.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"In  the  grassy  lane  as  the  sun  went  down, 
II-    slackened  his  fevered  and  weary  feet," — 

Home  Again!    By  Lieutenant  Howard.     (Sunny.) 
"Home  again!     Home  again! 

From  Lake  Erie's  shore;" — 

Home  Again:    Written  in  Prison  by  Jeff.  Thompson:     (E.  V.  M.) 
"My  dear  wife  awaits  my  coming, 
My  children  lisp  my  name," — 


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Homespun:     (Bohemian.) 

"The  air  is  balmy  with  the  breath 
Of  the  early  coming  Spring," — 

The  Homespun  Dress:  Air,  "Bonnie  Blue  Flag:"  by  Carrie  Bell 
Sinclair.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Oh,  yes  I  am  a  Southern  girl 
And  glory  in  the  name," — 

Hood's  Old  Brigade  "On  the  March:"    By  Miss  Mollie  E.  Moore. 

(Alsb.) 

'Twas  midnight  when  we  built  our  fires — 
We  marched  at  half-past  three!" — 
Hood's  Texas  Brigade:     (Alsb.) 

"Down  by  the  valley  'mid  thunder  and  lightning, 
Down  by  the  valley  'mid  shadows  of  night," — 

Horse-Marines  at  Galveston:    Air,  "The  Barring  of  the  Door." 

(Alsb.) 

"It  was  on  a  New  Year's  morn  so  soon, 

Before  the  break  of  day,  O," — 

The  Hour  Before  Execution:    By  Miss  Maria  E.  Jones.     (Alsb.) 
"Hark!  the  clock  strikes!     All,  all  that  now  remains 
Is  one  short  hour  of  this  fast  fleeting  life," — 

How  McClellan  Took  Manassas:  By  Ole  Napoleon.  (West. 
Res.) 

"Heard  ye  how  the  bold  McClellan, 
(He,  the  wether  with  the  bell  on,)" — 

How  the  Soldiers  Talk:  By  Joseph  Scnitchen,  of  Atlanta,  Ga. 
(Im.) 

"We  have  heard  the  Yankees  yell, 

We  have  heard  the  Rebels  shout," — 

Hurrah!  The  first  camp  song:  by  S.  B.  K.  of  Mississippi.  In- 
vincibles,  Mobile,  March  31,  1861.  (R.  N.  S.  from  the  Mo- 
bile  Register.) 

"Hurrah  for  the  Southern  Confederate  States! 

With  her  banner  of  white,  red  and  blue;" — 

Hurrah  for  Jeff  Davis:     Air,  "Gum  Tree  Canoe."     (R.  B.  B.  22.) 
"Our  country  now  calls,  we're  up  and  away 

To  meet  the  vile  Yankee  in  battle  array" — 

Hurrah  for  Jeff  Davis:  Air,  "Hurrah  for  the  Bonnets  of  Blue:" 
by  a  Lady  Rebel.  (R.  B.  B.) 

"Hurrah  for  Jeff  Davis,  hurrah 

And  hurrah  for  brave  Beauregard,  too:" — 

Hurrah  for  the  Red  and  White:  a  Prophecy  for  1865:  Air,  "Oh, 
whistle  and  I'll  come  to  you,  my  lad:"  by  Kentucky.  (S. 
0.  S.) 

"Hurrah  for  the  Red  and  White,  boys,  hurrah! 

Kentucky  has  leaped,  boys,  right  into  the  war."— 


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Hurrah  for  the  South!  Hurrah!:  Paraphrased  by  G.  W.  Hopkins. 
(Wash'n  86.) 

"Hurrah  for  the  South,  'tis  joy  to  see, 
Far  in  the  misty  dawn," — 

Hurrah,  My  Braiv  Boys:     (Randolph.) 

"Come,  Southrons,  and  bare  to  the  glorious  strife, 
Your  hearts  without  heaving  a  sigh;" — 

Hurrying  On:  Written  in  New  Orleans,  Oct.  23,  1861.  (C.  C. 
from  the  Charleston  Mercury  also  R.  B.  B.  No.  3.) 

"Hurrying  on   the  midst   of  excitement 

Pushing  extravagant  projects  through" — 

Hymn  for  the  South:  To  the  Lone  Star  of  Carolina :  by  Preston 
Davis  Sill.  Music  composed  by  Mr.  A.  Koepper,  to  be  pub 
lished  as  soon  as  circumstances  permit:  Columbia,  S.  C. 
(R.  N.  S.) 

"Tho'  lone,  how  fair,  how  bright 

Thou  shimmer'dst  first,  0  Star!" — 

Hymn  to  the  Dawn:    By  A.  J.  Requier.     (Amaranth.) 

"From  an  ominous  rift  in  the  pitiless  sky 

That  has  darkened  our  desolate  land," — 

Hymn  to  the  National  Flag:    By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Float  aloft,  thou  stainless  banner, 
Azure  cross  and  field  of  light," — 

/  Am  Coming,  Ella:    By  Adjutant  John  N.  Shuerter.     (Sunny.) 
"I  am  coming,  Ella,  coming, 

Though  the  moment  still  be  far:" — 

1  Am  Sick,  Don  I  Draft  Me,  I  Haw  Got  a  Doctor's  Certificate:    Air, 
"The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me."     (West.  Res.) 
"Of  the  Danger  of  exposure  to  a  draft,  we  often  read, 
That  it  generates  disorders  which  are  very  bad,  indeed:" — 

/  Am  Not  Sick,  I  Am  Over  Forty-Fin,  I  Will  Make  My  Wife  Stay 
At  Home  And  Give  the  Baby  Catnip  Tea:  Air,  "I  Wish  My 
Wife  Had  No  Crying  Baby."  (West.  Res.) 

"I'm  exempt,  I'm  exempt,  I  vow  and  desire, 
I'm  exempt,  I'm  exempt,  from  the  draft  I  will  swear," — 

The  Icy  Road  to  NibleCs  Bluff:  Air,  "Shiloh  Hill:"  by  J.  C.  H., 
Company  H,  4th  Texas  Cavalry.  (Alsb.) 

"Come,  all  you  valiant   Home  (iiiard,  a  story  I  will  tell, 
Tis  of  a  noted  journey  we  all  remember  well;" 

//  a  Soldier  Meet  a  Soldier:  Air,  "Coming  Through  the  Rye:" 
by  General  M.  Jeff.  Thompson.  (Sunny.) 

"If  ;i  soldier  meets  a  soldier,  'mid  the  battles'  din, 
And   the  soldi. -r  kills  the  M.ldier,     >urel>    'tis  no  sin;"— 


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//  You  Belong  to  Dixie's  Land:  Air,  "Gideon's  Band."  (R.  B. 
B.  42.) 

"To  bring  you  this  good  news  I've  come 
You'll  always  find  yourself  at  home," — 

//  You  Love  Me:    By  J.  Augustine  Signaigo.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"You  have  told  me  that  you  love  me, 
That  you  worship  at  my  shrine," — 

Ignivomus  Cotton's  Letters  to  His  Relatives  in  Kentucky:  III,  He 
Glorifieth  Cotton.  For  the  Louisville  Journal.  Charleston, 
S.  C.,  Jan.  1862.  (B.  N.  S.) 

"Dear  Uncle:  I'm  certain  you  never  have  thought  on 
The  omnipotent  greatness  and  glory  of  cotton:" — 

I'm  Conscripted,  Smith,  Conscripted:  By  Albert  Roberts  of  Nash 
ville,  Tenn.  (Hubner.) 

"I'm  conscripted,  Smith,  conscripted! 
Ebb   the   subterfuges   fast" — 

I'm  Going  Home  to  Dixie:     (Alsb.) 

"There  is  a  land  where  cotton  grows, 
A  land  where  milk  and  honey  flows" — 

Imogen:    By  Major  General  J.  B.  Magruder.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"Awake,  dearest,  awake!     'tis  thy  lover  who  calls,  Imogen; 
List!  dearest!  list!  the  dew  gently  falls,  Imogen;" — 

Impromptu:    By  Dr.  Barnstable,  B.  C.  H.  G.     (R.  B.  B.  42.) 
"The  South,  the  South,  the  glorious  South, 
Now  calls  forth  all  her  men," — 

I'm  Thinking  of  the  Soldier:    By  Mary  E.  Smith,  of  Austin.  (Alsb.) 

"O,  I'm  thinking  of  the  soldier  as  the  evening  shadows  fall, 
As  the  twilight  fairy  sketches  her  sad  pictures  on  the  wall;" — 

Independence  Day:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Oh!  Freedom  is  a  blessed  thing! 
And  men  have  marched  in  stricken  fields," — 

Independence  Hymn:    By  A.  J.  Requier.     (Bohemian.) 
"True  sons  of  the  South,  from  whose  militant  sires 
The  still-crested  charter  of  Liberty  sprung," — 

In  Divina  Catena:     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"Chain  the  eagle  and  veil  his  eyes! 
Torture  him  dumb  and  dim!" — 

In  Death  United:  By  G.  A.  M.  Richmond,  Va.,  1861.  (S.  L. 
M.,  Jan.  '62.) 

"Surely  in  life's  final  moments 

Ere  the  spirit  takes  its  flight," — 


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Information  Wanted:    Of  my  son—  — .     He  was  known  to 

be  engaged  in  last  -          — s  fight  and  cannot  now  be  found. 
Was  a  private  in  Company  — ,  -     -  Regiment,  -     -  Volun 
teers.     Any  tidings  of  him  will  be  gratefully  received  by  his 
anxious  father  at —          -  House.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Oh!  stranger,  can  you  tell  me  where, 

Where  is  my  boy — my  brave  bright  boy  I" — 

In  His  Blanket  on  the  Ground:  By  Caroline  Howard  Gervais,  of 
Charleston.  (Bohemian.) 

"Weary,  weary  lies  the  soldier 

In  his  blanket  on  the  ground," — 

In  Hollywood— A  Slumber  Song:    By  Gillie  Gary.     (C.  S.  B.) 
"O  ye  starry  night  skies 
With  your  thousand  bright  eyes," — 

In  Memoriam  Aeternam — My  Brother:    By  Colonel  B.  H.  Jones. 
Johnson's  Island,  July  8th,  1865.     (Sunny.) 
"When  first  the  clarion  blast  of  civil  war 
Broke  on  the  stillness  of  the  mountain  height;" — 

In  Memoriam  of  Colonel  Benjamin  F.  Terry:  Inscribed  to  Gen 
eral  William  J.  Kyle:  by  W.  M.  Gilleland.  Austin,  Jan.  4, 
1862.  (Alsb.) 

"The  war  steed  is  champing  his  bit  with  disdain, 
And  wild  is  the  flash  of  his  eye," — 

In  Memoriam,  Our  Right  Reverend  Father  in  God,  Leonidas  Polk: 
by  Fanny  Downing.  (Amaranth.) 

"Peace,  troubled  soul  I     The  strife  is  done, 
This  life's  fierce  conflicts  and  its  woes  are  ended;" — 

In  Memory  of  Ashby:    By  Iris.     (S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  '63.) 
"Weep,  women  of  the  Valley — weep,  Virginia  women,  weep, 
Ho!  warriors  of  the  Southland,  let  not  your  vengeance  sleep." — 

In  Memory  of  Captain  James  Earwood:  By  Robin  Reid.  Clarks- 
ville,  Ark.  (Im.) 

"In  a  quiet  valley  in  Arkansas 

You  may  find  that  lonely  grave," — 

Inscribed  to  the  Memory  of  Captain  Courtland  Prentice  (Morgan's 
Cavalry):    By  Kentucky.     Sept.  27,  1862.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"O  noble  spirit!  not  in  vain 
Thy  long  three  hours  of  direst  pain!" — 

In  the  Dark:    By  Isa  Craig,  of  England.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 
"He  is  down!     He  is  struck  in  the  dark 
By  command  of  his  own;" — 

In  the  Fortress  by  the  Sea:  A  fragment  by  W.  E.  Cameron.  (C. 
C.) 

"Silence,  Oh  mocking  sea 
Hush  thy  tone,  for  it  angers  me;" — 


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In  the  Land  Where  We  Were  Dreaming:    By  Daniel  B.  Lucas,  of 
Jefferson  County,  Va.     (C.  C.) 

"Fair  were  our  visions!     Oh!  they  were  as  grand 

As  ever  floated  out  of  Fancy  Land:" — 

In  the  Soldiers'  Grave-Yard:    By  F.  B.    Atlanta,  Ga.,  Aug.  21, 
1864.     (W.  F.) 

"Shoulder  to  shoulder  there  they  rest. 
In  lind  of  battle  forever  drest," — 

In  the  Trenches:    By  F.  B.     Buzzard's  Roost,  May  10,  1864. 

(W.  F.) 

"The  rain  is  pouring  with  remorseless  drops, 

The  dampened  breezes  sigh," — 
Invocation:    By  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins.     (Sunny.) 

"Come,  thou  sweet  friend,  and  cheer  awhile 
The  brooding  gloom  of  prison  walls," — 

The  Invocation:    By  B.  W.  W.     (R.  R.) 

"God  bless  the  land  of  flowers 
And  turn  its  winter  hours," — 

/  Remember  the  Hour  When  Sadly  We  Parted:     (Companion  Song 
to  When  This  Cruel  War  Is  Over).     (Fag.) 

"I  remember  the  hour  when  sadly  we  parted, 
The  tears  on  your  pale  cheeks  glist'ning  like  dew," — 

The  Irish  Battalion:     (R.  R.) 

"When  old  Virginia  took  the  field, 
And  wanted  men  to  rally  on" — 

The   Irrepressible   Conflict:    Sonnet:  by   Tyrtaeus.     (W.    G.    S. 
from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Then  welcome  be  it,  if  indeed  it  be 
The  Irrepressible  Conflict!" — 

/  Shall  Not  Die:    By  a  Prisoner  in  Solitary  Confinement  at  Fort 
Delaware.     (W.  L.) 

"I  felt  the  power  of  intellect, 

I  had  the  power  of  conscious  strength;" — 

Is  There  Nobody  Hurt:    Air,  "Cocachelunk."     (R.  B.  B.  47.) 

"Hark!  the  cries  of  widowed  mothers, 
Coming  from  the  Northern  states:" — 

Is  There,  Then,  No  Hope  for  the  Nations?     (W.  G.  S.)     From 
the  Charleston  Courier.) 

"Is  there,  then,  no  hope  for  the  nations? 

Must  the  record  of  time  be  the  same?" — 
Is  This  a  Time  to  Dance?     (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  breath  of  evening  sweeps  the  plain 
And  sheds  its  perfume  in  the  dell," — 

//  Matters  Little  Whether  Grief  or  Glee:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"It  matters  little  whether  grief  or  glee 
Is  life's,  short  portion  set  apart  for  me:" — 


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The  Jacket  of  Gray— To  Those  Who  Wore  It:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Ball. 

K.  \.   M.     ' 

"Fold  it  up  carefully,  lay  it  aside, 
Tenderly  touch  it,  look  on  it  with  pride," — 

Jackson:  By  H.  L.  Flash,  of  Galveston,  formerly  of  Mobile. 
(W.  G.  S.  from  the  Mobile  Advertiser  and  Register.) 

"Not  midst  the  lightning  of  the  storm  fight 
Not  in  the  rush  upon  the  vandal  foe," — 

Jackson:    Sonnet:  by  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston.     (Beechenbrook.) 
"Thank  God  for  such  a  hero!     Fearless  hold 
His  diamond  character  beneath  the  sun." — 

Jackson,  The  Alexandria  Martyr:    By  Wm.  H.  Holcombe,  M.  D., 
of  Virginia.    S.  L.  M.,  Aug.,  1861.     (W.  G.  S.) 
'  'Twas  not  the  private  insult  galled  him  most 
But  public  outrage  of  his  country's  flag," — 

Jackson  s  Fool-Camlry:  By  Hard-Cracker.  Camp  of  the  "Used- 
Ups,"  Sept.  26,  1862.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Day  after  day  our  way  has  been 
O'er  many  a  hill  and  hollo w"- 

Jackson's  Requiem:    Air,  "Dearest  Mae."     (Md.  Hist.  B.) 
"That  noted  burglar,  Ellsworth, 
We  all  remember  well," — 

Jackson  s  Resignation:  By  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke  of  N.  C.] 
(Fag.  from  the  Southern  Illustrated  News,  April,  1863.) 

"Well,  we  can  whip  them  now,  I  guess, 
If  Jackson  has  resigned," — 

Jeff  Davis  in  the  White  House:  Air,  "Ye  Parliaments  of  England:" 
by  a  Lady,  Daughter  of  One  of  the  Old  Defenders.  (West. 
Res.) 

"Ye  Northern  men  in  Washington, 
Your  administration,  too,"- 

Jefferson  Davis:    By  Walker  Meriweather  Bell.     (Amaranth.) 

"Calm  martyr  of  a  noble  cause, 

Upon  thy  form  in  vain,"- 

Jefferson  Davis:  By  Mollie  E.  Moore.  (E.  V.  M.  from  the 
Houston  Telegraph.) 

"Mercy  for  a  fallen  chief! 
The  angel,  Peace,  hath  stilled  the  mighty  storm;" — 

Jefferson   Davis:    By   Wm.    Munford.     Dernier   Resort,    Mont 
gomery  Co.,  Va.,  Jan.  22,  1866.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"For  spirit  ever  quick 

\\  i tti   sword  or  rhetoric," — 

Jefferson  Davis:    By  A  Southern  Woman.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"The  cell  is  lonely  and  the  night 

Has  filled  it  with  a  darker  gloom;" — 


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John  Bell  of  Tennessee:    Air,  "Auld  Lang  Syne."     (R.  B.  B.  13.) 

"There  is  a  man  of  noble  heart 

In   Tennessee   does   dwell," — 

John  Brown's  Entrance  Into  Hell:    C.  T.  A.,  printer.     Baltimore, 
March,  1863.     (R.  B.  B.  10.) 

"And  now  O!  John  on  earth  oppressed, 
You  are  with  us  a  welcome  guest," — 

John  Bull  Turned  Quaker:    By  M.  W.  Burwell.     (S.  L.  M.  April, 

'63.) 

"I'm  much  surprised  to  hear  it,  John, 
I  am,  upon  my  life," — 

John  Merryman:    Air,  "Old  Dan  Tucker."     (R.  B.  B.  64.) 

"John  Merryman,  the  Marylander 

Would  not  stoop  to  Lincoln's  pander, — " 

John  Morgan's  Credentials:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"John    Morgan's    credentials — 
The  very  essentials," — 

John  Morgan's  Grave:    April  6,  1865.     (W.  L.) 

"Beneath  the  sward  in  old  Virginia 

Where  the  willow  sheds  its  dew," — 

John  Pegram:     Fell  at  the  head  of  his  Division,  Feb.  6,  1865,  aged 
33:  by  W.  Gordon  M'Cabe.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"What  shall  we  say  now  of  our  gentle  knight, 
Or  how  express  the  measure  of  our  woe," — 

John  Pelham:    By  James  R.  Randall.     Kelley's  Ford,  March  17, 
1863.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Just  as  the  spring  came  laughing  through  the  strife, 
With  all  its  gorgeous  cheer," — 

Johnny  B.  Magruder:     By  a  Texian.     (Alsb.) 

"Come  listen  to  my  lay,  of  a  man  who  came  this  way, 
You  may  never  see  a  bolder,  or  a  ruder;" — 

Johnsons  Island:    By  Lieutenant  E.  A.  Holmes  of  Va.     (Sunny.) 

"Oh,  who  has  not  heard  of  that  isle  in  Lake  Erie, 
So  guarded  today — so  unheeded  before," — 

Joseph  Bowers:     (Alsb.) 

"My  name  it  is  Joe  Bowers;  I've  got  a  brother  Ike, 
I  come  from  old  Missouri;  yes,  all  the  way  from  Pike:" — 

Joy,  My  Kentucky!:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Joy,  my  Kentucky,  thy  night  turns  to  morning, 
Eager  thou  risest  at  Liberty's  dawning;" — 

Just  Before  the  Batik,  Mother:    To  "Phoby  Stubbs,"  A.  D.,  1864. 
(C.  C.) 

"Just  before  the  battle,  Mother — 

I  was  drinking  mountain  dew" — 


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Justice  Is  Our  Panoply:    By  De  G.     (R.  R.) 

"We're   free   from    Yankee    despots, 
We've  left  the  foul  mud-sills." — 

Keep  Me  Atvake,  Mother:    Ballad:  words  by  Mrs.  Stratton:  mu 
sic  by  Joseph  Hart  Denck.     (R.  B.  M.,  1863.) 

"Forward,  oh  forward!  time  stays  not  his  flight. 
I'm  older  and  sadder  and  wiser  tonight;" — 

Kentuckians,  To  Arms!:    Louisville,  Ky.,  1861.     (R.  B.  B.  52.) 
"Kentuckians,    arise! 
You  have  lain  too  long  in  a  stupor  deep;" — 

Kentucky:    By  Esteile.     (R.  R.) 

"Then,  leave  us  not,  Kentucky  boys, 
Though  thick  upon  thy  border," — 

Kentucky,  April,  1861:    By  Aletheia.     (W.  L.) 

"It  is  time  for  action,  not  'for  memory  and  tears,' 

Then  hush  this  childish  wailing  and  banish  craven  fears." — 
Kentucky,  My  Mother:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Kentucky,  my  mother, 

I  lay  my  heart  on  theel" — 

The    Kentucky    Parlizan:    By    Paul    H.     Hayne.     Charleston, 
March  29,  1862.    S.  L.  M.,  April,  1862.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Hath  the  wily  Swamp  Fox 
Come  again  to  earth?" — 

Kentucky  Required  to  Yield  Her  Arms:    By Boone.     (W. 

G.  S.  from  the  Richmond  Dispatch.) 
"Ho!  will  the  despot  trifle 
In  dwellings  of  the  free" — 

Kentucky,  She  Is  Sold:    By  J.  H.  Barrick,  of  Kentucky.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"A  tear  for  'the  dark  and  bloody  ground, 
For  the  land  of  hills  and  caves" — 

Kentucky  to  the  Rescue:    Air,  "I've  Something  Sweet  to  Tell 
You:"  by  Kentucky.     June  7,  1862.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Kentucky  to  the  rescue, 

For  we  are  needed  now;" — 

Kentucky  Woman  s  Song  of  the  Shirt:    Air,  'The  Dumb  Wife:" 
by  Kentucky.     (S.  O.  S.) 

"We  work  for  brave  and  true 
'Tis  but  little  we  can  do,"— 

Kentucky's  Motto:    On  Her  Seal:  by  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"United  We  Stand,  Divided  We  Fall' 
Rally,  Corncrackere!     Kentucky  doth  call" — 
Killed— Wounded— Missing:     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

'Tis  midnight  on  the  battle-fi*  Id 
The  dark  field  of  the  dead,"— 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  113 

King  Cotton:     (S.  L.  M.     Editor's  Table.    April  '63.) 

"Yes,  Cotton  is  King,  but  I  oftentimes  feir 
The  King  he  resembles  is  possibly — Lear" — 

King  Cotton:    (R.  B.  B.  52.) 

"Old  Cotton  is  King,  boys,  ha!  ha! 

With  his  locks  so  massive  and  white;" — 

King  Scare:    New  Orleans,  Oct.  16,  1861:     (R.  R.) 

"The  monarch  that  reigns  in  the  warlike  North 
Ain't  Lincoln  at  all,  I  ween," — 

Kiss  Me  Before  I  Die,  Mother:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Kiss  me  before  I  die,  Mother,  oh  press  thy  lips  to  mine, 
And  twine  thy  loved  arms  around  me,  e'er  life's  bright  day  decline," — 

The  Knell  Shall  Sound  Once  More:     (W.  G.  S.,  from  the  Charles 
ton  Mercury.) 

"I  know  that  the  knell  shall  sound  once  more, 
And  the  dirge  be  sung  o'er  a  bloody  grave," — 

Knitting  For  the  Soldiers:    By  Mary  J.  Upshur.     Norfolk,  Va., 
Oct.  8,  1861.     (Fag.) 

"Knitting  for  the  soldiers, 
How  the  needles  fly!" — 

Lady    Caroline's    Tea   Party:    By    Hermine.     (Bohemian    from 
New  Orleans  Catholic  Standard.) 

"Long  years  ago  he  wooed  her — she  was  shy  of  being  won — 
Sure  upon  haughtier  maiden  ne'er  shone  the  golden  sun:" — 

The  Lament:    By  a  Missourian.     (W.  L.) 

"Where  is  the  flag  that  once  floated  so  proudly? 

Where  the  bright  arms  that  once  rang  out  so  loudly?" — 

Land  of  King  Cotton:    Air,  "Red,  White  and  Blue:"  by  J.  Aug 
ustine  Signaigo.     This  was  the  favorite  song  of  the  Tennessee 
troops,  but  especially  of  the  13th  and  154th  Regiments.     (W. 
G.  S.  from  the  Memphis  Appeal,  Dec.  18,  1861.) 
"Oh!  Dixie  the  land  of  King  Cotton, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free," — 

The  Land  of  Texas:    Air,  "Dixie:"  by  M.  B.  Smith,  Company  C., 
2nd  Regiment  Texas  Volunteers.     (Alsb.) 
"Texas  is  the  land  for  me; 
On  a  winter  morning  the  wind  blows  free;" 

Land  of  the  South!      Air,  "Happy  Land."     (R.  B.  B.  53.) 

"Land   of   the   South! 
Whate'er  my  fate  in  life  may  be," — 

Land  of  the  South:    Air,  "Friend  of  My  Soul:"  by  R.  F.  Leonard. 
(R.  R.  from  the  Mobile  Evening  News.) 

"Land  of  the  South!  the  fairest  land 
Beneath  Columbia's  sky!" — 


114  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Land  of  Washington:    Air,  "Annie  Laurie."     (Cav.) 

"Virginia's  sons  are   valiant, 

Our  courage  none  deny," — 

The  Last  Martial  Button:  By  a  Mary  lander,  a  staff  office  of 
Stonewall  Jackson's  Command.  (C.  C.) 

Tis  the  last  martial  button  left  drooping  alone, 
All  its  honored  companions  are  cut  off  and  gone" — 

Last  Night  at  Fort  Donelson:  Inscribed  to  Colonel  Charles  John 
son,  of  General  Buckner's  Staff:  by  Kentucky.  March  8, 
1862.  (S.  O.  S.) 

"Night  falleth,  grieve,  on  the  exhausted  men 
Who've  won  three  battles  in  four  days:" — 

The  Last  of  Earth:    A  Prison  Scene:  by  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins. 

(S.  S.) 

"Last  night  a  comrade  sent  in  haste 
For  me  to  soothe  his  fearful  pain," — 

Last  Race  of  the  Rail-Splitter:     (R.  B.  B.  54.) 
"When  Xerxes  and  when  Cyrus  led, 
\Vhen  Bonaparte  and  Washington," — 

The  Last  Request:  Lines  found  on  the  body  of  a  S.  C.  Volunteer, 
killed  at  the  Battle  of  Drainsville,  20  Dec.,  '61,  and 
sold  by  the  Federal  soldier  who  rifled  the  dead  body  to  a 
Southern  sympathiser.  (S.  B.  P.) 

"Oh!  carry  me  back  to  my  own  loved  Carolina  shore; 
If  on  the  battle  field  I  fall,  oh!  take  me  home  once  more." — 

Last  Request  of  Henry  C.  Magruder:  Louisville,  Oct.  20,  1865. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"O!  wrap  me  not,  when  I  am  dead, 
In  the  ghastly  winding  sheet," — 

Lays  of  the  Corn  Exchange:    Number  1.     (West.  Res.) 
"Secession  triumphant!  then  each  Rebel  Imp 
Shall  rue  it,  or  I'm  not  a  government  pimp." — 

The  Lay  of  the  Disgusted  Yankee:  On  Hearing  the  News  from 
Vicksburg.  Dedicated  to  General  B.  F.  Butler:  by  S.  P.  E. 
(Mr.  Samuel's  Scrapbook,  Ridgway.) 

"In  these  modern  days  of  liberty  as  by  Abe  &  Co.  defined, 
It's  becoming  rather  dangerous  to  even  have  a  mind," — 

Leave  It.  Ah,  No!  The  Land  Is  Ours:  By  Mrs.  Mary  J.  Young. 
(Alsb.) 

"Leave  it,  ah  no!  the  land  is  our  own, 
Though  the  fhiK  that  we  loved  is  now  furled!" — 

Lee:  Sonnet:  by  A.  J.  Requier.  (S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  '63. 
Editor's  Table,  from  the  Magnolia  Weekly.) 

"l-'irst  of  a  race  of  heroes,  whom  the  Fates — 
Wielding  the  wonders  of  an  Iron  age," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  115 

Lee  at  the  Wilderness:    By  Miss  Mollie  E.  Moore.     (Alsb.) 

'  'Twas  a  terrible  moment! 
The  blood  and  the  rout!" — 

Lee  to  the  Rear:    By  John  B.  Thompson.     (E.  V.  M.  from  the 
Crescent  Monthly.) 

"Dawn  of  a  pleasant  morning  in  May 
Broke  through  the  Wilderness  cool  and  gray," — 

The  Legion  of  Honor:    By  H.  L.  Flash.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Why  are  we  forever  speaking, 
Of  the  warriors  of  old," — 

Leonidas  Polk,  Priest  and  Warrior:    By  E.  C.  McCarthy.     (Sun 
ny.) 

"We  hear  a  solemn  saddening  sound — 
A  mournful  knell," — 

Let  Him  Be  Free:    A.  D.,  1865.     (C.  C.) 

"Let  him  be  free — his  prison  bars 
Are  shadows  on  our  fame" — 

Let  Me  Kiss  Him  For  His  Mother:    By  J.  P.  Ordway.     (L.  &  L.) 

"Let  me  kiss  him  for  his  mother, 

Let  me  kiss  his  dear  youthful  brow," — 

Let  the  Bugle  Blow!    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (Bohemian.) 

"Let  the  bugle  blow  along  the  mountains! 
Shrilly  blow!  shrilly  blow!"— 

Let  the  Drum's  Deep  Tones:    By  G.  B.  S.,  Cottage  Home.     (W. 
L.) 

"Let  the  drum's  deep  tones  be  muffled 
Put  the  bugle  far  away," — 

Let  Us  Cross  Over  the  River  and  Rest  Under  the  Shade  of  the  Trees: 
By  James.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"  'Over  the  river,'  a  voice  meekly  said, 

Whose  clarion  tones  had  thousands  obeyed," — 
Letter:     (Amaranth  from  the  Maryland  Mail  Bag,  1863.) 
"What!  clasp  your  red  hands  and  with  brotherly  trust 

Give  our  faith  to  the  cheat  you  called  Union,  before?" — 

Liberty  or  Death:    Same  as  Southern  Song  of  Liberty.     (B.  B.  B., 
54): 

"On!  on!  to  the  just  and  glorious  strife 

With  your  swords  your  freedom  shielding;" — 

Liberty  or  Death:    By  Lutha  Fontelle.     (S.  L.  M.,  June,  '62.) 

"Fair  Liberty,  the  peerless  high-born  maid 
Nursed  in  Olympus  sacred,  classic  shade," — 

The  Liberty  Tree:     (West.  Bes.) 

"In  the  clearest  of  light  from  the  regions  of  day, 
The  Goddess  of  Liberty  came," — 


116  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Life  in  Prison:  Air,  "Louisiana  Lowlands:"  by  Captain  T.  F. 
Roche,  C.  S.  A.  Fort  Delaware,  1865.  (Roche.) 

"Come  listen  to  my  ditty,  it  will  while  away  a  minute, 
And  if  I  didn't  think  so  I  never  would  begin  it," — 

A  Life  on  the  Vicksburg  Hills:  Air,  "A  Life  on  the  Ocean  Wave." 
Vicksburg  Song.  (Alsb.) 

"A  life  on  the  Vicksburg  hills,  a  home  in  the  trenches  deep, 

A  dodge  from  the  Yankee  shells,  and  the  old  pea  bread  won't  keep." — 
Lilies  of  the  Valley:     Inscribed  to  the  friends  who  sent  them:  by 
Rosa  Vertner  Jeffrey.     Rochester,  May,  1864.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Lady, — the  fairy  blossoms  you  have  culled  for  me  today, 

Modest,  dainty  vestal  lilies,  clustering  on  the  path  of  May," — 
Lincoln  Going  to  Canaan:     (Hopkins.) 

"At  Pensacola  Landing  the  South  has  made  a  standing, 
To  resist  an  invasion  they're  preparing," — 

Lincoln  On  a  Raid:    Air,  "Sitting  on  a  Rail."     (R.  R.  R.,  60.) 

"Come  all  you  fellows  that  love  a  joke, 

And  fun  at  each  other  love  to  poke," — 

Lincoln's  Inaugural  Address:  Ry  A  Southern  Rights  Man. 
(R.  R.  from  the  Raltimore  Republican,  Raltimore,  April  23, 
1861.) 

"I  come  at  the  people's  mad-jority  call, 
To  open  the  North's  quaternary  ball," — 

Lincoln's  Royal  Reception:    Ry  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"First  Caesar  came,  and  bowed  the  knee  to  one 
Who  reigns  in  Washington:" — 

Lines:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"He  lay  among  the  dying,  and  the  battle  raged  near  by, 
Upon  the  moist  sod  lying  he  was  left  to  bleed  and  die," — 
Lines:    Ry  Florence  Anderson.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"They  fell  on  the  march,  while  Hope  was  bright, 

Before  the  clouds  of  Disaster's  f  right, "- 
Lines:    Ry  Cyrille  Merle,    Columbia,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

4  'I  am  the  resurrection,' 

Read  the  priest  in  solemn  tone," — 

Lines  After  Defeat:  Ry  Paul  H.  Hayne.  (S.  S.  from  the  Char 
leston  Mercury.) 

"We  have  suffered  defeat,  as  the  bravest  may  suffer: 

Shall  we  leave  unavenged  our  dead  comrades'  gore?" — 
The  Lines  Around  Petersburg:     Ry  Samuel  Davis,  of  N.  C.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Oh,  silence,  silence!  now  when  night  is  near, 

And  I  am  left  alone," — 
Lines  by  a  Volunteer:     (Im.) 

"Do  not  think  that  the  volunteer  selfishly  pines 
At  the  hardships  that  fall  to  his  share;" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  117 

Lines,  General  Otho  F.  Strahl:    By  F.     (Amaranth.) 
"Amid  a  scene  of  carnage, 

Where  the  dead  and  wounded  lay," — 

Lines  on  Captain  Beall:    By  Colonel  Hawkins,  C.  S.  A.     (E.  V. 

M.) 

"Make  not  my  grave  in  the  valley  yet, 
'Neath  the  sod  of  an  alien  let  it  be," — 

Lines  on  the  Death  of  Annie  Carter  Lee,  daughter  of  General  Rob 
ert  E.  Lee,  C.  S.  A.:  died  at  Jones'  Springs,  Warren  County, 
N.  C.,  October  20,  1862:  by  Tenella.  [Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke, 
of  N.  C.]  S.  L.  M.,  Editor's  Table,  November  and  Dec 
ember,  1862.)  (E.  V.  M.) 

Lines  on  the  Death  of  Colonel  B.  F.  Terry:    By  J.  R.  Barrick. 
Glasgow,  Ky.    Dec.  18,  1861.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"There  is   a   wail 
As  if  the  voice  of  sadness  long  and  deep," — 

Lines  on  the  Death  of  Lieutenant  General  T.  J.  Jackson,  C.  S.  A.: 
(R.  B.  B.  51.) 

"Cold  is  his  brow,  and  the  dew  of  the  evening 

Hangs  damp  o'er  that  form  so  noble  and  brave" — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  Lieutenant  John  B.  Bowles:  By  Florence 
Anderson.  (W.  L.) 

"Never  again!     ah,  never  again 
Shall  he  march  proudly  o'er  the  plain," — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  Major  General  E.  Van  Dorn,  C.  S.  A.:  (R. 
B.  B.  113.) 

"The  bold  and  noble  Earle  van  Dorn 
The  good  old  Southern  brave," — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  Major  H.  S.  McConnell:     (Im.) 

"In  thy  young  manhood  thou  art  slain, 
Shot!  dead!  it  must  be  so;" — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  Major  Hall  S.  McConnell:  By  Mattie 
Lewis.  (Im.) 

"He  has  fallen,  the  patriot,  brother  and  son, 
The  pride  of  his  comrades.     He  who  to  victory  led  on," — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  Stonewall  Jackson:  Philadelphia,  May, 
1863.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  city  stirs  this  morn; 
From  careless  or  from  eager  lips  there  flits," — 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  the  Confederate  General  Albert  Sidney  Johns- 
ton,  of  Kentucky,  who  fell  at  the  battle  of  Shiloh,  Miss., 
Sunday,  April  6,  1862.     (R.  B.  B.  51.) 
"Thou  art  gone  to  thy  rest 

Thou  brave  fearless  soldier," — 


118  The  Southern  Mar  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Lines  On  the  Death  of  W.  H.  H.  Parry,  who  died  at  Gloucester 
Point,  Sept.  19,  1861:  by  Mary.  (S.  L.  M.,  Editor's  Table, 
Dec.,  '61.) 

"The  cannon  may  roar  but  he  hears  not  the  sound, 

For  he  'sleeps  his  last  sleep*  in  the  cold  damp  ground:" — 
Lines  On  the  Presentation  of  a  Confederate  Flag:     (W.  L.) 

"Our  banner  hidden  from  the  light  of  day, 
Where  tyrant  minions  hold  a  despot  sway," — 

Lines  On  the  Proclamation  — Issued  by  the  Tyrant  Lincoln,  April 
First,  1863:  by  a  Rebel.  (R.  B.  B.  54.) 

"We  have  read  the  tyrant's  order, 
And  the  signet  af  the  rule," — 

Lines  Sacred  to  the  Memory  of  Captain  Henry  C.  Gorrell,  of  Greens- 
borough,  N.  C.,  of  the  2nd  N.  C.  Regiment,  who  fell 
in  an  attack  which  he  led  against  the  Federal  Batteries  in 
the  battle  of  Fair  Oaks,  June  11,  1862.  May  He  Rest  in 
Peace:  by  a  Friend  of  the  Cause.  (R.  B.  B.  34.) 

"They  laid  him  away  in  the  cold  damp  ground 
On  the  banks  of  a  Southern  stream." — 

Lines  Suggested  By  the  Death  of  Dr.  Kane:  For  the  Baltimore 
American.  (B.  C.  L.,  Ledger  1411.) 

"Forever  gone,  thou  glorious  chief, 

Not  of  embattled  hosts  the  head,"— 

Lines  To  A  Confederate  Flag:  By  F.  H.  Hotel  du  Louvre,  Nov. 
21,  1863.  (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"Dear  Flag  of  my  country!  all  hail  to  thy  bars! 

All  hail  to  thine  azure  field,  circled  with  stars!" — 
Lines  To  General  N.  B.  Forrest:    By  Rosalie  Miller,  Montgom 
ery,  Ala.,  July,  1861.     (Amaranth.) 

"Brave  Forrest,  like  a  storm-king  sweeps 
O'er  the  vile  invaders'  path;" — 

Lines  To  Lee:  Written  at  the  time  of  Hooker's  invasion:  by  Mrs. 
C.  A.  Warfield,  of  Kentucky.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"They  are  pouring  down  upon  you, 

Gallant  Lee," — 
Lines  To  the  Southern  Banner:     (R.  R.) 

"Dear  flag!  that   wooes  the  morning  air 
That  floats  upon  tin-  midnight   breeze," — 

Lines  To  the  Tyrant:    By  Henry  C.  Alexander.     S.  L.  M.,  Dec., 

1861.      (linlirmian.) 

"Tin-  legion  is  armed  for  the  battle, 

The  charger  is  hot  for  the  fray," — 

Lines  Written  During  These  Gloomy  Times,  To  Him  Who  De 
spairs:  By  Professor  J.  H.  Hewitt.  Spoken  at  the  Rich 
mond  "Vari»'iirs":  by  Mr.  Ogden,  Wednesday  night,  May 
7,  1862.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Though  our  roofs  be  on  fire,  though  our  rivers  run  blood, 
Though  their  flag's  on  the  hill,  on  the  plain,  on  the  flood," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  119 

Lines  Written  in  Fort  Warren:  By  a  Captive.  S.  L.  M.  Editor's, 
Table,  Jan.,  1862.  (R.  R.) 

"See  ye  not  that  the  day  is  breaking, 
Freemen  from  their  slumbers  waking," — 

Lines  Written  in  Fort  Warren:  By  G.  W.  B.  Fort  Warren,  Sept. 
3,  1862.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Wild  flowers  gathered  from  the  hills 
Sunlit  clouds  on  evening  sky" — 

Lines  Written  July  15,  1865,  the  day  the  Confederate  soldiers  in 
N.  C.  were  ordered  to  take  off  their  uniforms:  by  A.  L.  D. 
Raleigh,  N.  C.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Let  others  sing  of  conquerors  great, 
Far  famed  in  minstrel  story," — 

Lines  Written  on  Receiving  Some  Pressed  Leaves  and  Flowers  From 
Home:  By  Jay  W.  Bee,  P.  A.  C.  S.  Johnson's  Island,  Ohio, 
Oct.,  '64.  (W.  L.) 

"Bright  leaves  and  flowers  from  Vernon's  bowers, 
Ye  call  to  mind  home  memories  sweet," — 

Listening:    By  Lieutenant  E.  C.  McCarthy:     (Sunny.) 

"Under   the    evening    shadows, 
Ere  the  long  day  was  done," — 

A  Litany  for  1861:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  O.  S.) 

"O  God,  our  God,  in  this  our  hour  of  dark 

And  bitter  dread,  we  flee  to  Thee." — 
Little  Footsteps:    By  Mary  J.  Upshur  of  Norfolk,  Va.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"I  sit  in  the  summer  moonlight, 

And  watched  the  flecked  floor," — 

Little  Giffen:    By  Francis  0.  Ticknor.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"Out  of  the  focal  and  foremost  fire, 
Out  of  the  hospital  walls  as  dire," — 

Little  Sogers:     (R.  B.  B.  56.) 

"What's  the  matter,  little  sogers, 
Why  run  up  and  down  the  land," — 

The  Little  White  Glove:  By  Paul  H.  Hayne  of  S.  C.  (Amaranth 
from  the  Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"The  early  Springtime  faintly  flushed  the  earth, 
And  in  the  woods,  and  by  their  favorite  stream," — 

Living  and  Dying:  By  Major  George  McKnight  ("Asa  Hartz"). 
(Sunny.) 

"I  would  not  die  on  the  battle  field, 

Where  the  missiles  are  flying  wild;" — 

The  London  Times  Courier:  A  Ballad,  not  by  Campbell:  by  P. 
H.  D.  (P.  &  P.  B.  from  the  New  Orleans  Picayune.) 

"A  horseman  from  Manassas  bound 
Cries,  'Soldie:1,  noble  soldier'  " — 


120  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  tfie  Civil  War 

The  Lonely  Grave:  By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Ball.  Charleston,  June  7. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"In  a  sheltered  nook  on  Potomac's  shore, 
Where  the  earth  is  crimsoned  with  Southern  gore," — 

The  Lone  Sentry:    By  James  R.  Randall.     (S.  S.) 
1  'Twas  as  the  dying  of  the  day, 
The  darkness  grew  so  still;" — 

Lone  Star  Banner  of  the  Free:  Air,  "Rule  Britannia:"  by  Major 
E.  W.  Cave.  (Alsb.) 

"When  first  from  out  a  sky  of  gloom. 
The  Lone  Star  lit  a  nation's  way," — 

The  Lone  Star  Camp  Song:  As  sung  by  Joe  Cook,  the  American 
Comedian.  Published  in  Baltimore,  19  April,  1861.  (R. 
B.  B.  59.) 

"Our  rifles  are  ready,  and  ready  are  we, 
Neither  fear,  care,  nor  sorrow  in  this  Company," — 

The  Lone  Star  Flag:  On  the  Secession  of  Texas:  by  H.  L.  Flash. 
(Bohemian.) 

"Up  with  the  Lone  Star  banner! 
Its  hues  are  still  as  bright,"— 

Lone    Texas  Star:    Air,    "American   Star:"     by   M.   B.   Smith. 

(Alsb.) 

"Come,  all  ye  brave  Texians!  your  country  is  calling, 
Come,  take  up  your  arms,  and  let's  hasten  away!" — 

Louisiana:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Ho!  Louisiana 

There  is  no  clime  like  thine," — 

Louisiana:    A  Patriotic  Ode.     (R.  B.  B.  59.) 
"Louisiana!  dear  Pelican  mother,  arise 
Seize  the  lightnings  that  'lumine  the  vault  of  the  skies," — 

Loved  and  Lost:    By  Colonel  B.  H.  Jones.     (Sunny.) 
"I  have  a  rose — a  faded  rose, 

Sweeter  than  many  a  fairer  flower;" — 

Love  Letter:    By  Major  L.  G.  Levy.     (Sunny.) 
"I  promised  once  to  write  thee,  and  I  write: 

What  can  I  tell  thee,  dear,  thou  dost  not  know?"— 
Major-General  S.  B.  Buckners  Chivalry:  An  Imagination:    Air, 
"Allen  Percy."     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"A  Southern  woman  bowed  in  weeping,  stood, 
Amid  a  crowd,  unfeeling,  selfish,  rude," — 

Manassas:    By  A  Rebel,  Hanover  Co.,  Va.,  July  30,  1861.     (R. 

R.) 

"Upon  our  country's  border  lay 
Holding  the  ruthless  foe  at  bay," — 


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Manassas:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield,  July  1861.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"They  have  met  at  last,  as  storm  clouds 
Meet  in  heaven," — 

Manassas  Races:    Popular  Newspaper  Version.     (W.  L.) 
"The  mighty  army  of  the  North  is  whipped.     And  its  remains 
Are  scattered  in  confusion  o'er  Virginia's  sandy  plains," — 

Manassas,  21  July,  1861:  By  Mrs.  Mary  S.  Whitaker.  (S.  L. 
M.  August,  1861,  from  the  Richmond  Despatch,  August  12, 
1861.) 

"Brightly  gleamed  the  dazzling  summer  sky, 
Wide  waved  the  forests  vast  and  green," — 

Mansfield  Run:     (Alsb.) 

"Come,  good  folks,  and  listen  to  a  ditty 
Of  the  year  sixty-four:" — 

The  March:    By  John  W.  Overall.     (R.  R.) 

"Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  tramp! 
Go  the  Southern  braves  to  battle," — 

The  March  of  the  Maryland  Men:     (R.  B.  B.) 

"There's  many  a  son  of  old  Maryland's  soil 
In  the  South  who  have  rushed  to  the  field:" — 

March  of  the  Southern  Men:  Air,  To  an  old  Scotch  Air:  printed 
by  Geo.  Dunn  &  Co.,  Richmond,  Va.  (R.  B.  M.  1863.) 

"There  are  many  brave  men  in  this  Southern  land 
Who  have  hurried  away  to  the  field," — 

The  March  of  the  Spoiler:     (Amaranth.) 

"One  by  one  the  leaves  are  shaken 
From  the  tree" — 

March  on!  Carolinians,  March  on!  By  Mrs.  Farley,  Louisville, 
Nov.  20,  1861.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"March  on,  Carolinians;  our  hearts  leap  so  high 

When  the  young  and  devoted  so  martyr-like  die;" — 

Marching  to  Death:  By  J.  Herbert  Sass,  South  Carolina,  1862. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"The  last  farewells  are  breathed  by  loving  lips, 
The  last  fond  prayer  for  darling  ones  is  said," — 

The  Marseilles  Hymn — Translated  and  Adapted  as  an  Ode:  By 
E.  F.  Porter  of  Alabama.  (R.  R.  from  the  Nashville  Ga 
zette.) 

"Sons  of  the  South,  arise!  awake!  be  free! 
Behold!  the  day  of  Southern  glory  comes," — 

The  Martyr  of  Alexandria:    By  James  W.   Simms,   Indianola, 
Texas.     (Bohemian,  from  the  New  Orleans  Crescent.) 
"Revealed  as  in  a  lightning  flash, 
A  hero  stood!" — 


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Martvrs  of  Texas:  Air,  "He's  Gone  from  the  Mountain."  By 
Col.  H.  Washington.  (Alsb.) 

"They've  gone  from  the  prairies;  its  groves  and  wild  flowers, 
They've  gone  from  the  forest — its  wild  tangled  bowers;" — 

The  Martyrs  of  the  South:    By  A.  B.  Meek,  Alabama.     (Sunny.) 

"Oh,  weep  not  for  the  gallant  hearts 
Who  fell  in  battle's  day;" 

Maryland!      (B.  C.  L.  Ledger  1411.) 

"Maryland,    Maryland! 
Stainless  in  story" — 

Maryland:  By  Rev.  John  C.  McCabe,  D.D.  (Late  of  Md.,  Chap 
lain  C.  S.  A.)  November,  1861.  (S.  L.  M.) 

"Up,  men  of  Maryland  nor  sleep, 

While  foemen  bind  your  limbs  in  chains," — 
Maryland:  A  Fragment:    (R.  B.  B.  73.) 

"Refreshed  in  wonted  might 
By  the  passing  hours  of  night," — 

Maryland  In  Chains:  By  Mrs.  0.  K.  Whitaker,  South  Carolina. 
(R.  B.  B.  73  from  the  Richmond  Examiner,  May  14,  1861.) 

"Oh  vain  is  the  splendor  of  blue-curtained  skies, 

The  pomp  of  tall  forests  that  round  one  arise:" — 
Maryland  in  Fetters!      (R.  B.  B.  82.) 

"How  beautiful  in  tears! 
Dear  noble  state:" — 

The  Maryland  Line:    By  J.  D.  McCabe,  Jr.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"By  old  Potomac's  rushing  tide, 

Our  bayonets  are  gleaming," — 

Maryland,  Lost  Maryland:  (S.  L.  M.,  January,  '63,  Ed.'s  Table 
from  the  Raleigh  Standard.) 

"The  despot's  heel  thou  dost  adore, 
Maryland,  fie!   Maryland," — 

The  Maryland  Martyrs:     (R.  B.  B.  79.) 

"They  bore  them  to  a  gloomy  cell, 
And  barred  them  from  the  light," — 

Maryland,  Our  Mother:  Written  at  the  Request  of  Many  Exiled 
Marylanders:  By  Rev.  John  Collins  M'Cabe,  D.D.  Rich 
mond,  Va.,  November  24,  1861.  (S.  L.  M.,  Dec.  1861.) 

"O  Maryland,  dear  Maryland!  our  hearts  still  turn  to  thee! 

\\e  often,  weping.  a^k  and  s:i\   '\\hrn,  when  wilt  thou  be  free?'" — 

Wi/rv/f/w/,  My  Home:    By  Louis  Bonsai.     (R.  B.  B.) 

"Sweet    Maryland,  thy  groves  are  green, 
And  sparkling  as  thy  rills," — 

Maryland,  My  Home:     (R.  R.  B.) 

"Come  listen  while  I  sing  to  you, 
Of  Maryland,  my  Maryland," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  123 

Maryland:  Zouaves'  Own:  Respectfully  dedicated  to  the  1st 
regiment  Maryland  Zouaves  by  their  friend  G.  W.  Alex 
ander,  Adjutant  of  the  regiment.  (R.  R.  R.) 

"We  are  bound  all  hands  for  the  land  of  cotton, 
Old  seventy-six  is  not  forgotten," — 

The  Marylander  at  Manassas:  A  Fad:  Ry  N.  G.  R.  [Dr.  N.  G. 
Ridgely.]  Raltimore,  December  16, 1861.  (R.  R.  R.  64.) 

"Dusty  and  weary  I  laid  me  down 
To  take  my  rest  on  the  blood- wet  ground" — 

The  Marylander 's  Good-Bye :  Air,  "The  White  Rose:"  by  R. 
(R.  R.  R.) 

"Adieu!  Adieu!  dear  Maryland, 
I  arm  at  freedom's  call" — 

Maryland's  Appeal:  Air,  "The  Harp  That  Once  Through  Tara's 
Halls."  (R.  R.  R.  84) 

"Oh  Maryland,  enslaved,  opprest, 
Insulted  in  thy  woes," — 

Maryland's  Lament  for  Jackson:  Ry  Raltimore,  June,  1863. 
(R.  R.  R.) 

"Gone  from  us — gone  from  us, 
Hero  and  friend;" — 

The  Massachusetts  Regiments:  A  Prose,  not  a  prize  poem,  dedi 
cated  (without  permission)  to  the  "Mutual  Admiration 
Society"  of  the  Modern  Athens,  of  which  the  Atlantic  Monthly 
is  at  once  the  trumpet  and  organ.  Ry  Oats,  of  Virginia. 
(S.  L.  M.,  June  1861.) 

"Here  they  come!     Here  they  come,  to  the  roll  of  the  drum, 
Zigzag  tagrag,  bobtail,  hobnail,  all  in  martial  array," — 

Maxcy  Gregg:    Ry  C.  G.  P.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Long  have  I  lingered  by  the  lovely  mount, 
Where  our  great  hero  lies," — 

Major  Brown:    Air,  "Rosseau's  Dream."     (R.  R.  R.  68.) 

"Gather  round  all  friends  and  neighbors, 
Citizens  of  this  good  town," — 

McClellans  Soliloquy:  Ry  a  Daughter  of  Georgia.  (P.  &  P.  R. 
from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Advance  or  not  advance,  that  is  the  question 
Whether  'tis  better  in  the  mind  to  suffer," — 

Melt  the  Bells:  Ry  F.  V.  Rocket,  in  the  Memphis  Appeal  (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Melt  the  bells,  melt  the  bells, 

Still  the  tinkling  on  the  plains," — 

The  Men:    Ry  Maurice  Rell.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"In  the  dusk  of  the  forest  shade, 
A  sallow  and  dusty  group  reclined," — 


124  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Men  in  Lace  and  Braid:    By  An  Old  Maid.     (C.  C.) 
"Standing  on  the  corner 
Decked  in  braid  and  lace," — 

Men  of  the  South!    By  G.  B.  J.     (S.  L.  M.,  May,  1861.) 
"Awake  ye,  awake,  Freedom's  band! 
See  ye  not  the  flaming  brand," — 

The  Merrimac:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (Bohemian  from  the  Char 
leston  Courier.) 

"We  listened  to  the  thunder 
Of  her  mighty  guns  for  hours," — 

The  Merry  Little  Soldier:    John  Hopkins,  Printer.     New  Levee 
St.,  4th  D.     (Wash'n.  123.) 

"I'm  a  merry  little  soldier, 
Fearing  neither  wound  nor  scar," — 

The  Midnight  Ride:    By  William  Shepardson.     (Bohemian.) 

"I  ride  the  cold  and  dark  night  through 
No  moon  or  stars  to  point  the  way," — 

Minding  the  Gap:    By  Mollie  E.  Moore.     (E.  V.  M.,  from  the 
Houston  Telegraph.) 

"There  is  a  radiant  beauty  on  the  hills, 

The  year  before  us  walks  with  added  bloom," — 

The  Minstrel  and  the  Queen:    By  Col.  W.  S.  Hawkins:     (Sunny.) 
"I  think  of  the  pleasures  that  once  were  mine, 

In  the  beautiful  days  that  shall  be  no  more," — 

Missing:    (W.  G.  S.) 

"In  the  cool  sweet  hush  of  a  wooded  nook, 
Where  the  May  buds  sprinkle  the  green  old  mound," — 

Missing:    By  Mrs.  F.  A.  Moore.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Not  among  the  suffering  wounded; 
Not  among  the  peaceful  dead;" — 
Missouri  Massacre:     (S.  L.  M.,  Jan.  '63.) 

"He  heard  the  children's  plaintive  wrath, 

He  heard  the  wife,  with  frantic  cry," — 

Missouri,   Or  A    Voice  from  the  South:    By  Harry   Macarthy. 
(Alsb.) 

"Missouri,  Missouri!  bright  land  of  the  West, 
Where  the  way-worn  emigrant  always  found  rest;" — 

A  Modern  Knight- Errant:    By  Kentucky,  September,  1861.     (S. 
O.  S.) 

"This  morn  a  little  blackamoor 
Brought  me  a  funny  thing,  she  said;" — 

Monody  on  Jackson:    By  The  Exile.     (S.  S.) 
"Ay,   toll!   toll!   toll! 
Toll  the  funeral  bell!"— 


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Monody  on  Major  W.  L.  Thornton:    By  Col.  C.  G.  Forsbey. 

(Alsb.) 

"Toll,  toll,  for  the  gallant  Thornton!  give  sighs  for  tha  noble  dead! 
Let  tears  but  flow,  like  the  torrent  of  life  for  his  country  shed," — 
Moral  of  Party:  Sonnet:    By  W.  G.  Simms.     S.  L.  M.,  February 
and  March,  1862.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 
"The  moral  of  a  party,  if  it  be 
That  healthy  States  need  parties,  lies  in  this," — 

Morgan's  Cavalry  and  The  Girls:  Air,  "Coming  through  the  Bye." 
By  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"If  brave  Southron  meet  our  Morgan 

Coming  through  Kentuck," — 
Morgans  War  Song:     (Alsb.) 

"Cheer,  boys,  cheer!  we'll  march  away  to  battle, 

Cheer,  boys,  cheer!  for  our  sweethearts  and  our  wives," — 
Morgan's  War  Song:    By  General  B.  W.  Duke,  C.  S.  A.     Knox- 
ville,  Tenn.,  July  4,  1862.     (W.  L.) 

"Ye  sons  of  the  South,  take  your  weapons  in  hand, 
For  the  foot  of  the  foe  hath  insulted  your  land!" — 
Morns  Island:    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Oh!  from  the  deeds  well  done,  the  blood  well  shed 
In  a  good  cause  springs  up  to  crown  the  land," — 

Mosby  and  His  Men:  By  Phoenix.  Selma,  Alabama.  October 
31,  1866.  (C.  C.) 

"When  the  historic  muse  shall  seek 

The  themes  of  future  song," — 

Mother  Is  the  Battle  Over:  Ballad:  Arranged  by  Jos.  Hart  Denck. 
(R.  B.  M.) 

"Mother  is  the  battle  over? 

Thousands  have  been  slain,  they  say," — 

Mother  Lincoln's  Melodies:  S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  July  and  Aug 
ust,  1862.  (S.  S.  B.) 

"Little    Be-Pope 

He  lost  his  hope," — 
The  Mother  of  the  Soldier  Boy:     (Lee.) 

"Why  daily  goes  yon  matron  forth, 
As  'twere  to  trace  the  dead?" — 

A  Mother  to  Her  Son  in  Prison:  Written  in  the  rail  car  to  beguile 
the  time  on  her  way  to  visit  him.  By  H.  W.  B.,  January, 
1865.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Shine,  silver  moon,  o'er  land  and  water, 

Shine  o'er  valley,  plain  and  hill;" — 

The  Mother  to  her  Son  in  the  Trenches  at  Petersburg:  By  W.  D. 
Porter.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  winter  night  is  dark  and  still 
The  winter  rains  the  trenches  fill," — 


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Mother  Would  Comfort  Me:    (C.  C.) 

"Wounded  and  sorrowful,  far  from  my  home, 
Sick,  among  strangers,  unoared  for,  unknown," — 

The  Mother  s  Farewell:    Air,  "Jeannette  and  Jeanot."     (J.  M.  S.) 
"You  are  going  to  leave  me.  darling, 
Your  country's  foes  to  fight;" — 

A  Mothers  Prayer:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Father,  in  the  battle  fray 

Shelter  his  dear  head,  I  pray!" — 

A    Mother  s   Prayer:    By    Mrs.    Margaret   Piggott.     Baltimore, 
Friday  Night,  April  19th,  1861.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 
"God  of  Nations,  God  of  Might, 
In  the  stillness  of  the  night," — 

The  Mothers  Trust:    By  Mrs.  G.  A.  H.  McLeod.     (S.  S.) 
"Far  away  are  our  beloved, 

Where  resounds  the  battle-cry;" — 

Mumford,  the  Martyr  of  New  Orleans:    By  Ina  M.  Porter,  of 
Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"W'here  murdered  Mumford  lies 
Bewailed  in  bitter  sighs," — 

Munsons  Hill:    Air,  "Call  me  Pet  Names."     (R.  B.  B.,  88.) 

"Oh  call  us  hard  names,  call  us  mere  tools 

In  the  hands  of  the  North,  to  be  made  such  fools,*' — 
Music  in  Camp:    By  John  R.  Thompson.     (C.  S.  B.,  from  the 
Louisville  Journal.) 

"Two  armies  covered  hill  and  plain, 

Where  Rappahannock's  waters,  "- 

My  Dream:    By  L.  F.     East  Baton  Rouge,  November  7,  1861. 
(R.  R.) 

"Lo!  in  my  dream  I  saw  the  dove 
Just  hovering  o'er  the  troubled  sea," — 

My  Father:    By  Brig.  General  Henry  R.  Jackson.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"As  die  the  embers  on  the  hearth 

And  o'er  the  hearth  the  shadows  fall," — 

My  Friend:     To  Infedelia:    By  Colonel  W.  S.  Hawkins,  C.  S.  A. 
prisoner  of  war  at  Camp  Chase,  December  1861.     (C.  C.) 

"Your  letter  came,  but  came  too  late, 
For  Heaven  had  claimed  its  own," — 

My  God,  What  is  All  This  For?     Air,  "Rosseau's  Dream."     (R. 
B.  B.) 

"Oh  my  God!  what  vengeful  madness, 

Brother  against  brother  rise:"- 
My  Little  Volunteer:    By  Joe  Brentwood.     (Im.) 

"Say,  have  you  seen  my  Harry,  my  little  volunteer? 
As  fine  a  lad  as  ever  lived  upon  the  Tennessee:" — 


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My  Love:    By  F.  B.     Dalton,  May  6,  1864.     (W.  F.) 

"My  love  is  the  fairest, 
The   sweetest,    the    dearest," 

My  Maryland:  By  James  R.  Randall.  Written  at  Point  Coupee, 
La.  April  26,  1861.  First  published  in  the  New  Orleans 
Delta.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  despot's  heel  is  on  thy  shore,  Maryland! 
His  torch  is  at  thy  temple  door,  Maryland!" — 

My  Mother  Church:     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"My  Mother  Church,  on  thee  I  call! 
Although  my  home  in  ruins  fall," — 

My  Mother-Land:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"My  Mother-land!  thou  wert  the  first  to  fling 
Thy  virgin  flag  of  freedom  to  the  breeze," — 

My  Native  Land:    December,  1864.     (W.  L.) 
"Where  is  my  Native  Land? 
Not  on  Kentucky's  conquered  soil," — 

My  Native  Land:     (Randolph.) 

"Land  of  the  South!  imperial  land! 
How  proud  thy  mountain's  rise:" — 

My  Noble  Warrior,  Come!  Air,  "The  Rock  Beside  the  Sea." 
By  Mrs.  Col.  C.  G.  Forshey.  (Alsb.) 

"O,  tell  me  not  that  earth  is  fair,  that  spring  is  in  its  bloom, 
While  young  hearts,  hourly,  everywhere,  met  such  untimely  doom," — 

My  Only  Boy:    By  Ellen  A.  Moriarty.     (Bohemian.) 
"O,  let  me  weep!  who  would  not  weep? 
He  was  my  only  boy;" — 

My  Order:  By  W.  Gordon  McCabe:  Richmond,  Va.  First  pub 
lished  in  S.  L.  M.,  May,  1863,  "Chats  Over  My  Pipe." 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"This  flower  has  set  me  adreaming, 
Of  the  future  for  you  and  for  me," — 

My  Prison  Drear:  By  Lieut.  D.  T.  Walker,  of  Mississippi. 
(Sunny.) 

"Alas,  how  slow  the  moments  go, 

As  fettered  on  this  friendless  Isle;" — 

My  Soldier:  Monday  night,  April  14th,  1862.  (S.  L.  M.,  Ed. 
Table,  April,  '62.) 

"Is  my  darling  sadly  dreaming, 

On  his  lonely  watch  tonight," — 

My  Soldier  Boy:  By  T.  E.  Grayson,  near  Benton,  Mississippi, 
October  1861.  (Im.) 

"I  am  dreaming  ever  dreaming  of  a  silver  sanded  shore, 
Where  the  blue  waves  softly  murmur  as  they  roll  forevermore" — 


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My  Soldier  Boy:  By  W.  D.  Porter,  Charleston,  South  Carolina. 
(Amaranth.) 

"The  winter  night  is  dark  and  chill, 
The  winter  rains  the  trenches  fill;" — 

My  Southern  Home  (Psalm  CXXVII):  By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones. 
Johnson's  Island,  September,  1864.  (Sunny.) 

"If  Judean  captives  sat  and  wept,  by  Babel's  rivers  sides, 
As  memories  of  Zion  far  came  flowing  as  the  tides;" — 

My  Southern  Land:  Dedicated  to  the  Widow  of  Stonewall  Jack 
son.  Air,  "My  Maryland."  By  Mrs.  Mary  L.  Wilson,  of 
San  Antonio.  (Alsb.) 

"On  the  crimson  battle-field, 
Southern  land,  my  Southern  land," — 

My  Texas  Land:    Air,  "My  Maryland."    By  D.  W.  M.     (Alsb.) 
"The  Yankees  are  upon  thy  coast, 
Texas  land,  my  Texas  land!" — 

My  Warrior  Boy:     (Im.) 

"Thou  has  gone  forth,  my  darling  one, 
To  battle  with  the  brave,"— 

National  Hymn:    By  Capt.  E.  Griswold.     (Fag.) 

"Now  let  the  thrilling  anthem  rise 
O'er  all  the  glorious  land," — 

National  Song — The  Magnolia:    By  Albert  Pike.     (Im.) 
"What,  what  is  the  true  Southern  symbol 
The  symbol  of  Honor  and  Right;" — 

Navasota  Volunteers:  Air,  "Susannah,  don't  you  cry."  By  Wil 
liam  Neely,  of  Durant's  Cavalry.  (Alsb.) 

"We're  the  Navasota  Volunteers,  our  country  is  named  Grimes, 
O  come  along,  my  conscript  boys,  we  can't  leave  you  behind," — 

Nay,  Keep  the  Sword:    By  Carrie  Clifford.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Nay,  keep  the  sword  which  once  we  gave, 
A  token  of  our  trust  in  thee;" — 

The  New  Ballad  of  Lord  Lovell:  (B.  N.  S.,  from  the  New  Orleans 
Delta.) 

"Lord  Lovell  he  sat  in  the  St.  Charles  Hotel, 

In  the  St.  Charles  Hotel  sat  he,"— 

A  New  Excelsior:  By  Mary  I.  Upshur.  (S.  L.  M.,  November, 
1861.) 

"O  banner  with  the  strange  device,  soar  upward  to  the  sun 
And  greet  him  thm-  right  gallantly  for  the  work  of  Sixty-one!" — 

The  New  Fashion:  Air,  "Bory  O'Moore."  By  Kentucky.  (S. 
0.  S.) 

"Make  way  there!     Look  out!     A  hare-brained  hero  comes, 
Your  loudest  bugles  sound!     and  beat,  oh,  beat  your  drums!" — 


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A  New  Red,  White  and  Blue:  Written  for  a  Lady :  by  Jeff.  Thomp 
son.  (A.  R.) 

"Missouri  is  the  pride  of  the  nation, 
The  hope  of  the  brave  and  the  free" — 

The  New  Star:  (Same  as  Hail  to  the  South) :  By  B.  M.  Anderson. 
S.  L.  M.,  April,  1861.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Another  star  arisen;  another  flag  unfurled; 
Another  name  inscribed  among  the  nations  of  the  world" — 

The  Next  Time  That  Bragg  Comes  This  Way:  By  Kentucky, 
November  27,  1864.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  next  time  that  Bragg  comes  this  way 
I  hope  that  he  will  come  to  stay," — 

Niggers  in  Convention:  Sumner's  Speech:     (R.  B.  B.  88.) 

"Welcome  my  bredren  here  you  is 
I  greets  you  wid  delight" — 

Nil   Desperandum — To    the   Southern    Soldier:     By    Ikey    Ingle. 
Richmond,  Virginia,  January  18th,  1864.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Wheel  in  the  rut?     then  shoulder  to  the  wheel; 

Make  muscle  and  sinew  nerve  force  feel;" — 

Nil  Desperandum:  Inscribed  to  our  Soldier  Boys:  by  Ada  Rose. 
Pine  Bluff,  Arkansas.  March  10th,  1862.  (R.  N.  S.  from 
the  Memphis  Avalanche.) 

"The  Yankee  hosts  are  coming, 

With  their  glittering  rows  of  steel," — 
Nil  Desperandum:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Yield!     never!     while  a  foothold 
Is  left  on  Southern  soil" — 

The  9th  of  April,  1865:    From  the  London  Spectator.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"It  is  a  nation's  death  cry!     Yes,  the  agony  is  past, 
The  stoutest  race  that  ever  fought  today  hath  fought  its  last," — 

No  Land  Like  Ours:    By  J.  R.  Barrick,  of  Kentucky.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Though  other  lands  may  boast  of  skies 

Far  deeper  in  their  blue," — 

No  Surrender:  Published  by  Geo.  Dunn  and  Co.,  Richmond 
Virginia.  (R.  B.  M.,  1864.) 

"Ever  constant,  ever  true, 

Let  the  word  be  'No  Surrender!'  " — 
No  Union  Men:    By  Millie  Mayfield.     (R.  R.) 
"Union  Men'  O  thrice-fooled  fools, 

As  well  might  ye  hope  to  bind" — 

North  Carolina  Call  to  Arms:  Air,  "The  Old  North  State:"  by 
Luolla.  [Mrs.  Loula  W.  Rogers  of  Ga.]  Raleigh,  1861. 
(R.  R.) 

"Ye  sons  of  Carolina!  awake  from  your  dreaming, 
The  minions  of  Lincoln  upon  us  are  streaming!" — 


130  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

North  Carolina's  War  Song:    Air,  "Annie  Laurie."     (R.  R.) 
"We  leave  our  pleasant  homesteads, 
We  leave  our  smiling  farms," — 

A  Northern  Mother  After  a  Battle:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Throb,  my  heart,  throb!  for  thy  dear  country  throb! 
There's  nothing  else  left  thee,  for  Death  did  rob  thee  of  thy  joy" — 

Not  Doubtful  of  Your  Fatherland!  (W.  S.  G.  from  the  Charles 
ton  Mercury.) 

"Not  doubtful  of  your  fatherland 
Or  of  the  God  who  gave  it" — 

Notice  to  the  North!  (R.  N.  S.,  from  Charivari.  December  7, 
1861.) 

"Yankees  beware!  we  are  averse, 
But  not  afraid  to  fight,"— 

Now's  the  Day,  and  Now's  ttie  Hour!  Inscribed  to  Lt.  Col.  J.  W. 
Bowles,  2nd  Reg.  Kentucky  Cavalry  by  request  of  a  friend  of 
his  boyhood.  Air,  "Bruce's  Address,"  some  lines  of  it  re 
tained  by  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Old  Kentucky,  whose  sons  have  bled, 

Where  the  bravest  men  have  led" — 

Nuts  to  Crack  for  Uncle  Sam:  By  Janet  Hamilton.  Langloan. 
(W.  L.) 

"Have  ye  come  to  your  senses  yet,  Sammy  my  man, 
For  ye  was  just  red-mad  when  the  war  it  began;" — 

The  Oath  for  Liberty:  By  W.  G.  Simms.  (S.  L.  M.,  February 
and  March,  '62.) 

"Only  one  oath  may  the  freeman  take, 
To  sacrifice  all  for  freedom's  sake" — 

The  Obsequies  of  Stuart:    By  John  R.  Thompson.     (S.  S.) 
"We  could  not  pause,  while  yet  the  noontide  air, 
Shook  with  the  cannonade's  incessant  pealing," — 

Ode  to  a  Body  Louse:  By  F.  B.  In  the  field  near  Marietta, 
Georgia,  June  15,  1864.  (W.  F.) 

"Let  others  sing  of  strife  and  war's  alarms 
And  waste  their  breath;" — 

The  Officer's  Funeral:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Hark!  to  the  shrill  trumpet  calling, 
It  pierceth  the  soft  summer  air!" — 

Officers  of  Dixie:    By  a  Growler:     (Alsb.) 

"I,el  in.    \\hisper  in  your  ear,  sir, 
Something  that  the  South  should  hear,  sir," — 

Oh!    Abraham,  Resign!    By  a  New  Contributor.     (R.  B.  B.  57.) 

"The  days  are  growing  shorter. 
The  sun  has  «-rossed   the  line," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  131 

Oh!    Hasten  Back,  My  Soldier  Boy!      By  J.  P.  H.     Charlottes- 
ville,  Virginia.     (Cav.) 

"How  oft  have  I  sighed  for  my  soldier  boy,  gone 

To  battle  with  our  cruel  and  merciless  foe:" — 

Oh,  He's  Nothing  But  a  Soldier:    Air,  "Annie  Laurie."     By  A. 
Young  Bebelle,  Esq.     (Im.) 

"Oh,  he's  nothing  but  a  soldier, 
But  he's  coming  here  tonight" — 

Oh,  Jeff,  Why  Don't  You  Come?      Air,  "Willie  We  Have  Missed 
You."     (B.  B.  B.  80). 

"Jeff  Davis  are  you  coming?     We'll  be  glad  to  see  you  here! 
We'll  give  you  hearty  greeting!     you'll  be  welcome  everywhere:" — 

Oh!    No,  hell  Not  Need  Them  Again:     To  Bev.  A.  J.  Byan,  of 
Knoxville,  Tennessee.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Oh!  no,  he'll  not  need  them  again 
No  more  will  he  wake  to  behold" — 

Old  Abe  Lincoln:     (B.  B.  B.  58.) 

"My  name  it  is  Abe  Lincoln 
I  lead  a  wretched  life" — 

Old  Abe's  Lament:    Air,   "The   Campbell's  are  Coming."     (B. 
B.  B.  57.) 

"Jeff  Davis  is  coming  oh!  dear!  oh!  dear! 
Jeff  Davis  is  coming,  oh  dear!" — 

Old  Betsy:    By  John  Killum.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Come  with  the  rifle  so  long  in  your  keeping, 

Clean  the  old  gun  up  and  hurry  it  forth — " 

The  Old  Brigade— Virginia's  lst-7th-llth  and  17th:    by  Maurice 
D'Bell.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Behold  yon  throng  of  heroes! 

Their  eyes  are  heavy  and  dim," — 
Old  Dixie's   Soldiers:     By   J.    P.    H.     Charlottesville,    Virginia. 

(Cav.) 

"Mid  war's  alarms  fair  Dixie  stands, 
Arrayed  against  rude  Northern  bands," — 

Old  Jim  Ford:    Air,  "Carry  Me  Back  to  Old  Virginny."     (Alsb.) 
"When  I  reflect  on  what  I  am  and  who  my  master  was, 

I  think  I've  run  away  from  home  without  sufficient  cause;" — 
Old  John  Brown:  A  Song  for  Every  Southern  Man:     (Wash'n, 
unclassified  Mss.) 

"Now  all  you  Southern  people,  just  listen  to  my  song, 

It's  about  the  Harper's  Ferry  affair,  it  is  not  very  long" — 
The  Old  Mammy's  Lament  for  Her  Young  Master:    By  Hermine. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  '63.) 

"My  dear  young  massa's  gone  to  war, 
Gone  from  missus,  home,  and  me" — 


132  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Old  Moultrie:  By  Catherine  Gendron  Poyas,  of  Charleston.  (W. 
G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"The  splendor  falls  on  bannered  walls, 
Old  Moultrie,  great  in  story" — 

The  Old  Negro  at  Calhoun's  Grave:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Who  comes  with  tottering  step  and  slow, 
Bowed  not  so  much  by  years,  as  woe," — 

The  Old  Rifleman:  By  Frank  0.  Ticknor,  M.  D.,  of  Georgia. 
(R.  R.) 

"Now,  bring  me  out  my  buckskin  suit! 
My  pouch  and  powder,  too!" — 

The  Old  Sergeant:     (B.  E.,  First  appeared  as  the  Carriers  New 
Year  Address  of  the  Louisville  Courier- Journal,  1863.) 
"The  carrier  cannot  sing  tonight  the  ballads,  etc." — 
"Come  a  little  nearer,  Doctor — thank  you,  let  me  take  the  cup." — 

Old  Stonewall:    By  C.  D.  Dasher.     (Fag.) 

"Oh,  don't  you  remember  old  Stonewall,  my  boys, 
Old  Stonewall,  on  charger  so  gray,"- 

An  Old  Texian's  Appeal:    By  Reuben  E.  Brown.     (Alsb.) 

"Come  all  ye  temper'd  hearts  of  steel — come  quit  your  flocks  and  farms — 
Your  sports,  your  plays,  your  holidays,  and  hark,  away  to  arms!" — 

On!  Advance!     By  W.  G.  Simms.     (S.  L.  M.,  Feb.  and  March,  '62. 
"Esperance! 

On!     advance! 
Southrons  with  the  bolt  and  lance!"— 

On  a  Raid:  By  Ikey  Ingle.  Richmond,  Virginia,  1862.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"We  must  move  tonight,  my  men,  brisk  marching's  to  be  done! 
For  a  stout  blow  must  be  struck,  and  true,  by  the  morrow's  sun" — 

On  Ash  Wednesday,  1862:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  six  weeks'  Sabbath  has  begun; 
A  little  while,  my  soul,  be  done" — 

On  Guard:  Words  respectfully  inscribed  to  Miss  S.  E.  B.  by 
Wallace  Rowe.  Music  from  an  old  German  Melody.  (R. 
B.  M.,  1861.) 

"At  dead  of  night    when  on  my  beat, 

And   naught    but   diirkness   meets  my   view," 

On  Reading  a  Proclamation  for  Public  Prayer:  Sonnet :  by  South 
Carolinian:  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Oh!  terrible,  this  prayer  in  the  market  place, 

These   advertised    humilities,   derived" — 

On!    Southern,  On!    By  W.  B.  L.     (R.  R.) 
"On!  Southron,  on! 

Your  flag's  unfurled" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  133 

On  the  Death  of  Brig.-General  Charles  H.  Winder,  of  Maryland: 
Killed  by  a  cannon  shot  in  battle  of  Slaughter's  Mountain, 
Virginia,  June  9,  1862.     By  J.  R.  Trimble,  Major-General 
C.  S.  A.,  Johnston's  Island.   September,  1864.     (W.  L.) 
"The  fight  is  o'er,  the  victory's  won, 
We  pause  to  count  the  cost;" — 

On  the  Death  of  General  Stonewall  Jackson:    By  Lillian  Rosell 
Messenger,  Tuscumbia,  Alabama.     May  13th,  1863.     (Im.) 

"The  leaf  has  perished  in  the  green; 

And  while  we  breath  beneath  the  sun," — 

On  the  Death  of  Lieut. -General  Jackson:  A  Dirge:     By  Mrs.  C.  A. 
Warfield  of  Kentucky.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Go  to  thy  rest,  great  chieftain, 
In  the  zenith  of  thy  fame" — 

On  the  Flank:    By  R.  B.  Witter,  Jr.     (S.  L.  M.,  May  63.) 

"  Twas  a  glowing  Sabbath  morning, 
Bright  the  golden  sunbeams  fell," — 

On  the  Heights  of  Mission  Ridge:    By  J.  Augustine  Signaigo.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"When  the  foes,  in  conflict  heated, 
Battled  over  road  and  bridge," — 

On  to  Glory:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Sons  of  freedom,  on  to  glory, 

Go  where  brave  men  do  or  die:" — 

On  to  Richmond:    After  Southey's  March  to  Moscow:  by  John  R. 
Thompson  of  Virginia.     (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Richmond  Whig.) 

"Major-General    Scott 
An  order  had  got 

To  push  on  the  column  to  Richmond," — 
On  to  the  Battle:    By  Miss  Marie  E.  Jones.     (Alsb.) 

"On  to  the  battle!     though  the  foe  be  before  you, 

Though  the  death-hail  rattle! — God  watches  o'er  you;" — 
One  Cause  of  the  War:    By  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  man  who  trusts  not  God  betrays  himself 
Weak  victim  he  to  that  foul  harpy,  wealth;" — 

Only  a  Common  Soldier:     (Confederate  States  Almanac,  1862,  (N. 
Y.  P.  L. 

"He  was  only  a  common  soldier, 

But  a  monarch  proud  and  grand" — 

Only  a  Soldier:    By  Major  Lamar  Fontaine.     (Fag.) 

"Only  a  soldier!'     I  heard  them  say, 
With  a  heavy  heart  I  turned  away," — 

Only  a  Soldier's  Grave:    By  S.  A.  Jones.     Aberdeen,  Mississippi. 

(W.  G.  S.) 

"Only  a  soldier's  grave!     Pass  by, 
For  soldiers,  like  other  mortals,  die" — 


134  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Only  One  Fell:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"  'Only  one  fell,'  and  his  name  was  told, 
"Only  one  fell,'  but  him  death  could  not  hold,"— 

Only  One  Killed:  By  Julia  L.  Keyes,  Montgomery,  Alabama. 
(W.  G.  S.  from  the  Southern  Field  and  Fireside.) 

"Only  one  killed  in  company  B 
'Twas  a  trifling  loss — one  man!" — 

0  Heres  to  the  Soldier  So  Gay:  By  Captain  M.  G.  Davidson,  of 
Gen.  M.  L.  Smith's  Signal  Corps.  (Alsb.) 

"O  here's  to  the  soldier  so  gay!  who  shoulders  his  musket  all  day, 
With  wearisome  feet  he  faces  the  beat,  still  keeping  the  Yankees  away:" — 

0!  I'm  a  Good  Old  Rebel:  Respectfully  dedicated  to  Thad. 
Stevens,  1862.  Sung  by  Harry  Allen,  Washington  Artillery, 
New  Orleans,  La.  (C.  C.) 

"O!  I'm  a  good  old  Rebel 

Now  that's  just  what  I  am" — 

0  Johnny  Bull,  My  Jo  John:  Air,  "John  Anderson,  my  Jo." 
(R.  R.) 

"Oh  Johnny  Bull,  my  Jo  John!  I  wonder  what  you  mean, 
By  sending  all  these  forgates  out,  commissioned  by  the  Queen:" — 

0  Lovely  Dixie's  Land:  By  M.  J.,  Baltimore,  April,  1861.  (R.  B. 
B.  90.) 

"O!  lovely  Dixie's  Land, 

Where  fruits  and  flowers  grow;" — 

0,  Sweet  South:  By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.  (S.  L.  M.,  January, 
1861.  (R.  R.) 

"O  the  Sweet  South!  the  sunny  South! 

Land  of  true  feeling,  land  forever  mine! 

0,  Temporal  0,  Mores!  By  John  Dickson  Bruns,  M.  D.  (W. 
G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury,  1864.) 

"Great  Pan  is  dead!"     so  cried  an  airy  tongue 
To  one  who  drifting  down  Calabria's  Shore," — 

The  Ordered  Away:  Dedicated  to  the  Oglethorpe  and  Walker 
Light  Infantry,  Atlanta,  Ga.  By  Mrs.  J.  J.  Jacobus.  April 
2,  1861.  (R.  R.) 

"At  the  end  of  each  street,  a  banner  we  meet, 
The  people  all  march  in  a  mass," — 

Our  Braves  in  Virginia:     Air,  "Dixie  Land."     (R.  R.) 

"\\t-  h;i\c  riddrri  from  the  hnivr  Southwest 
On  fiery  steeds,  with  throbbing  breast," — 

Our  Boys  Are  Gone:  Air,  "The  Minstrel  Boy:"  by  Col.  Hamil 
ton  Washington.  (Alsb.) 

"Our  boys  are  gon«i  'till  tin-  war  i-<  oVr. 
In  the  ranks  of  death  you'll  iind  them," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  135 

Our  Cause:     (C.  C.) 

"Oh,  story  long  and  sad  to  tell, 
Of  how  we  fought  and  how  we  fell," 

Our  Cherished  Dead:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"What  tho'  no  stately  column, 
Their  cherished  names  may  raise:" — 

Our  Chief:     By  the  author  of  "Southrons"   [Mrs.  C.  A.  War- 
field.]     Beechmore,    January    10,    1866    (E.  V.  M.) 

"No!  not  forgotten,  though  the  halls 
Of  state  no  more  behold  him," — 

Oar  Christmas  Hymn:    By  John  Dickson  Bruns,  M.  D.,  Charles 
ton,  South  Carolina.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Goodwill  and  peace!  peace  and  goodwill!" — 
The  burden  of  the  Advent  song," — 

Our  City  by  the  Sea:    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (W.  G.  S.): 

"Our  city  by  the  sea 
As  the  rebel  city  known" — 

Our  Confederate  Dead:    What  the  heart  of  a  young  girl  said  to 
the  dead  soldier:  by  a  Lady  of  Augusta,  Georgia.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Unknown  to  me,  brave  boy,  but  still  I  wreathe 
For  you  the  tenderest  of  wildwood  flowers," — 

Our  "Cottage  By  the  Sea:"    Lines  written  in  Fort  Lafayette  by  a 
Prisoner.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"I  dreamed  that  I  dwelt  in  marble  halls, 
And  'tis  not  so,  you  see," — 

Our  Country's  Call:    By  H.  Walter.     (Randolph.) 

"To  arms!  oh,  men  in  all  our  Southern  clime, 
Do  you  not  scent  the  battle  from  afar," — 

Our  Dead:    By  Col.  A.   M.   Hobby.     Galveston  News,  Texas. 
Jan.,  1866.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Vile,  brutal  man!  and  darest  thou 
In  God's  anointed  place  to  preach" — 

Our  Departed  Comrades:    By  J.  Marion  Shirer,  a  Soldier  in  the 
Field.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"I  am  sitting  alone  by  a  fire 

That  glimmers  on  Sugar  Loaf's  height," 

Our  Dixie:    By  a  Lady  of  Augusta,  Georgia,  1865.     (Im.) 

"I  heard  long  since  a  simple  strain, 

It  brought  no  thrill  of  joy  or  pain," — 

Our  Failure:     By  the  Author  of  "Southrons"  [Mrs.  C.  A.  War- 
field].     Beechmore,  Kentucky,  June  1,  1866.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Yes,  we  have  failed!  That  iron  word 
Drove  never  home  its  bolt  of  fate," — 


136  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Our  Fallen  Brave:    By  Cornelia  J.  M.  Jordan.     January  22,  1862. 
(Corinth.) 

"They  fell!  in  Freedom's  cause  they  fell, 
The  noble  patriot  band," — 

Our  Faith  in  '61:    By  A.  J.  Requier.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Not  yet  one  hundred  years  have  flown 
Since  on  this  very  spot," — 

Our  Hag:    By  Mr.  K.  of  Hampshire  Co.,  Virginia.     (E.  V.  M., 
'69.) 

"Our  battle-flag!     behold  it  wave, 

In  the  young  morning's  roseate  light," — 

Our  Glorious  Flag:    Air,  "Her  Bright  Smile  Haunts  Me  Still." 
Vicksburg  Song.     (Alsb.) 

"There  is  freedom  on  each  fold,  and  each  star  is  freedom's  throne, 
And  the  free,  the  brave,  the  bold,  guard  thin  honor  as  their  own:" — 

Our  Hope:    Third  Edition:  by  Le  Diable  Baiteux.     (R.  B.  B.  91.) 
"God  save  our  Southern  land, 
God  be  our  trust," 

Our  Killed  in  Battle:  Sonnet:    New  Orleans,  1861.     (E.  V.  M., 
'69.) 

"As  swift,  glad  brooks  run  towards  the  mighty  sea, 
And  in  its  heart  are  lost  forevermore," — 

Our  Left:    By  Francis  0.  Ticknor,  M.  D.,  Georgia.     (B.  E.) 

"From  dark  to  dawn  they  stood 
That  long  midsummer  day" — 

Our  Marshal  Kane:    Air,  "Roseas'  Dream."     (R.  B.  B.,  51) 

"Come  and  listen  to  my  story 
From  all  lies  I  will  refrain," — 

Our  Martyrs:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"I  am  sitting  lone  and  weary, 

On  the  hearth  of  my  darkened  room," 

Our  Mothers  Did  So  Before  Us:    Air,  "My  Mother  Did  So  Be- 
fore   Me:"  by  Augusta   Foster.     Foster's  Settlement,   Ala 
bama,  January  22,  1862.     (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  Jan.  '62.) 
"We  are  a  band  of  brothers  bold, 

Now  fighting  for  our  nation," — 

Our  Nameless  Heroes:    Inscribed  to  the  author  of  the  "Haversack.'* 
(E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Our  nameless  heroes — glorious  band — 
That  for  our  dear,  dear  Southern  land," — 

Our  Noble  Dead:    By  John  E.  Hatcher  of  Alabama.     (C.  C.) 
"We  will  not  wander  to  the  gloomy  years, 

Through  whos    dark  SCI-IIPS  w«-  have  so  lately 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  137 

Our  President:    By  Fanny  Downing.     C.  S.  A.,  '64.     (E.  V.  M., 

'69.) 

"A  people  spring  to  being,  in  whose  bounds, 
Lie  mightiest  elements  of  glory," — 

Our  Rights:    Song.     (West.  Res.) 

"The  stars  and  stripes,  Oh  lovely  cloth, 
To  hide  the  tricks  of  crafty  knaves," — 

Our  Southern  Dead:    By  A.     Baltimore,  October  6,  1862.     (R. 
B.  B.,  p.  91.) 

"Mourn  for  our  glorious  dead, 

Gallant  men  and  leaders  brave," — 

Our  Southern  Land:    By  Patria  Dolorosa.     (C.  C.) 

"The  mountains  lift  aloft  their  hoary  peaks, 
The  rivers  to  the  ocean  proudly  run," — 

Our  Starry  Cross:     (Cav.) 

"Our  starry  Cross  was  first  unfurled. 
On  Manassas'  bloody  plain," — 

Our  StonewalUs  Grave:    By  Esperanza.     July  4,  1863.     (C.  C.) 

"Stranger,  pause  at  this  mound  of  clay, 
See  it  is  fresh,  and  was  made  today;" — 

Over  the  (Mississippi)  River:    By  Miss  Maria  E.  Jones.     (Alsb.) 
"Over  the  River  there  are  fierce  stern  meetings, 
No  kindly  clasp  of  hand,  no  welcome  call;" — 

Over  the  River:    By  Jane  T.  H.  Cross.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Nash 
ville  Christian  Advocate,  1861.) 

"We  hail  your  'stripes'  and  lessened  'stars' 
As  one  may  hail  a  neighbor," — 

Over  the  River:    By  J.  Daffore:     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Over  the  river — over  the  river — 
There  where  the  soft  lying  shadows  invite," — 

Over  the  River:    By  E.  De  Mondion.     (Amaranth.) 
"The  camp  was  hushed,  the  midnight  passed, 
But  the  warriors  their  vigil  kept," — 

Over  the  River:  (The  Mississippi) :    By  Rev.  J.  E.  Games.     (Alsb.) 

"Over  the  river, 
Our  country  is  massing  her  band" — 

The  Paean  of  the  Coffinless  Dead:    Douglas,  Arkansas,  March  6, 
1864.     (C.  C.) 

"The  paean  I  sing  of  the  coffinless  dead — 
The  heroes  who  wore  the  gray" — 

Pardon  and  Peace:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  O.  S.) 

"Pardon  and  peace!  what  music  in  those  words, 
Meet  for  the  angel's  song!" — 


138  Tfie  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Patience,  Patience,  0  My  Spirit!  By  Kentucky.  Oct.  20,  1862. 
(S.  O.  S.) 

"Patience,  patience,  O  my  spirit! 
Only  patience  doth  inherit" — 

Patriotic  Song:  Air,  "Gathering  of  the  Clans:"  by  Dr.  John  W. 
Paine,  of  Lexington,  Virginia,  June  30,  1862.  (Fag.  from 
the  Richmond  Despatch.) 

"Rise,  rise,  mountain  and  valley  men, 

Bald  sire  and  beardless  son,  each  come  in  order," — 
Patriotism:     (R.  R.) 

"The  holy  fire  that  nerved  the  Greek, 

To  make  his  stand  at  Marathon," — 
Patriotism,  or  Love?     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Like  a  child  tossed  on  the  waves  in  scorn, 

Without  a  compass,  I  float  on." — 

A  Patriot's  Death  the  Sign  of  a  Brighter  Morrow:  Air,  "Tom 
Moore:"  by  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"In  blood  the  sun  is  setting, 

That  this  morn  arose  in  clouds;" — 

Peace:  By  L.  Burroughs  of  Savannah,  Georgia,  April,  1865.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"They  are  ringing  Peace  on  my  weary  ear, 
No  Peace  to  this  heavy  heart," — 

The  Pelican  Flag:  (Bohemian  from  the  New  Orleans  Sunday 
Delta.) 

"Fling  to  the  Southern  wind 

The  banner  with  its  type  of  motherhood ;" — 

Pensacola:    By  M.  Louise  Rogers.     (Im.) 

"O  night  wind!  gently,  softly  blow 
Over  the  loved  ones  lying  so  low," — 

Pensacola:  To  My  Son:  By  M.  S.,  New  Orleans,  Louisiana. 
(R.  R.) 

"Beautiful  the  land  may  be 

Its  groves  of  palm,  its  laurel  trees," 

The  People  in  Grey:  By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones.  Johnson's  Island,  May 
12,  1865.  (Sunny.) 

"A  noble  people  were  the  People  in  Grey, 

However  derided  or  slandered;" — 

Picayune  Butter:    Air,  "All  on  hobbies."     (West.  Res.) 

"Old   l-tjss  and  |-V;i|  IHT^.  ;is  we  knew  before. 

Sent  away  from  down   Kast    to  sack   Baltimore." 

A  Picture:     (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Savannah  Morning  News.) 

"We  were  sitting  round  the  table 
Just  a  night  or  two  ago" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  139 

A  Pledge  to  Lee:  Written  for  a  Kentucky  Company:    By  Mrs.  C. 
A.  Warfield,  of  Kentucky.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"We  pledge  thee,  Lee! 
In  water  or  wine," — 

Poem  on  the  Death  of  Jackson:  (Killed  by  a  New  York  Zouave 
in  Alexandria,  Virginia.  May  24,  1861.)  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Not  where  the  battle  red, 
Covers  with  fame  the  dead," — 

A  Poem  Which  Needs  No  Dedication:  By  James  Barren  Hope. 
(R.  R.) 

"What!  you  hold  yourselves  as  freemen? 
Tyrants  love  just  such  as  ye!" — 

Polk:    By  H.  L.  Flash.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"A  flash  from  the  edge  of  a  hostile  trench, 
A  puff  of  smoke,  a  roar" — 

The  Poor  Soldier:  A  popular  camp  song  of  the  sixty-second  Ala 
bama  Regiment  (The  Boy  Regiment).  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Little  do  rich  people  know 
What  we  poor  soldiers  undergo" — 

Pop  Goes  the  Weasel:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"King  Abraham  is  very  sick, 

Old  Scott  has  got  the  measles," — 

Pope:    To  the  tune  of  Bo-Peep.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"Poor  Johhnie  Pope, 
Has  lost  his  coat," — 

Praeterita:  By  S.  D.  D.  In  Camp,  December  28th,  1863.  (S. 
L.  M.,  Feb.,  '64.) 

"I  see  in  the  shadows  nightly, 
The  dream  of  a  girlish  face," — 

Pray,  Maiden,  Pray!  A  Ballad  for  the  Times:  Respectfully 
dedicated  to  the  patriotic  women  of  the  South:  by  A.  W. 
Kercheval,  Esq.,  music  by  A,  J.  Turner;  published  by  Geo. 
Dunn  &  Co.,  Richmond,  Va.  (R.  B.  M.,  1864.) 

"Maiden,  pray  for  thy  lover  now, 
Thro'  all  this  starry  night," — 

Prayer:  (These  verses  were  written  by  a  deaf  and  dumb  girl  of 
Savannah,  Georgia,  on  the  occasion  of  a  fast  day.)  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Before  thy  throne,  O  God! 
Upon  this  blood-wet  sod," — 

Prayer:    By  Fadette.     (Amaranth.) 

"Lord  God  of  Hosts!  we  lift  our  hearts  to  thee! 

Our  streaming  eyes  lift  daily  toward  thy  Throne" — 


140  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Prayer  for  Maryland:    The  National  Prayer  slightly  altered  from 
the  original  of  Bishop  Whitingham,  to  suit  the  present  highly 
favored  condition  of  the  people  of  Maryland.     (R.  B.  B.  82.) 
"From  Lincoln  to  Hick's 

From  Dodge  and  old  Dix," — 

Prayer  For  My  Only  Son,  Aged  Fifteen,  Now  in  the  Service  of  His 
Country:    Memphis,  July  26,  1864.     (Amaranth.) 
"God  bless  my  daring,  venturous  boy, 
Where'er  his  feet  may  stray," — 

A  Prayer  for  Peace:    By  Major  S.  Yates  Levy:     (Sunny.) 
"Almighty  God!  Eternal  Sire  and  King! 
Ruler  Supreme!  who  all  things  didst  create," — 

A  Prayer  for  Peace:    By  G.  H.  S.     Charleston,  South  Carolina. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  '63).     (From  the  Record.) 

"Look  forth,  look  forth,  from  the  pale  hills  of  time, 
Which,  deepening  in  the  distance,  rise  and  swell," — 

A  Prayer  for  Peace:    By  S.  Teackle  Wallis,  of  Maryland.     (S.  S.) 
"Peace!  Peace!  God  of  our  fathers,  grant  us  Peace! 
Unto  our  cry  of  anguish  and  despair," — 

A  Prayer  for  the  South:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Oh  God!  my  heart  goes  up  to  Thee 

For  our  brave  men  on  land  and  sea," — 

Prayer  of  the  South:    By  Father  Abram  J.  Ryan.     (Sunny.) 
"My  brow  is  bent  beneath  a  heavy  rod! 
My  face  is  wan  and  white  with  many  woes," — 

President  Davis:    By  Jane  T.  H.  Cross.     (W.  G.  S.,  published  in 
the  New  York  News,  1865.) 

"The  cell  is  lonely  and  the  night 

Has  filled  it  with  a  darker  light,"— 

The  President's  Chair:     Air,  "Star  Spangled  Banner."     (West. 
Res.) 

"Ye  Southrons  arouse,  and  do  battle,  nor  yield 
To  the  black  northern  hordes  now  infesting  your  borders," — 

The  Price  of  Peace:    By  Luola.     [Mrs.  Loula  W.  Rogers,  of  Ga.] 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"A  woman  paced  with  hurried  step,  her  lone  and  dreary  cell — 
The  setting  sun,  with  golden  ray  upon  her  dark  hair  fell," — 

The  Printers  of  Virginia  to  "Old  Abe"    By  Harry  C.  Treakle, 
Norfolk,  Virginia,  April  4,  1862.     (R.  R.) 

"Though  wr'rv  •  \niipt,  wr'n-  not  the  mrt;jl 
To  keep  in  when  duty  calls:" — 


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Prison  on  Lake  Erie:    By  Asa  Hartz,  [Major  George  McKnight] 
Johnson's  Island,  February  1864.     (W.  L.) 

"The  full  round  moon  in  God's  blue  bend 
Glides  o'er  her  path  so  queenly," — 

Prison  Reveries — Storm:    By  H.  W.  B.,  of  Kentucky.     Johnson's 
Island,  August,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"The  storm-capped  waves  are  firecely  breaking 
With  sullen  roll  and  snowy  crest," — 

The  Prisoner's  Dream:    By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones,  Johnson's  Island, 
November,  1864.     (Sunny.) 

"I  dreamed  'twas  the  Sabbath  day,  Letitia, 
The  sky  serene  and  blue," — 

A  Prisoner's  Fancy:    By  Col.  W.  S.  Hawkins.     (Sunny.) 

"Though  I  rest  in  a  Prison,  and  long  miles  between  us  be, 

Past  the  guards  and  through  the  distance,  sweet,  my  soul  goes  out  to  thee" — 

Prisoner's  Lament:    By  Captain  Clarkson  of  Missouri.     Set  to 
music  by  D.  0.  Booker  of  Tennessee,  while  both  were  pris 
oners  of  war  on  Johnson's  Island.     (Hubner.) 
"My  home  is  on  a  sea  girt  isle, 
Far  far  away  from  thee" — 

The  Prisoner  of  State:    A.  D.,  1865.     (C.  C.) 

"I  see  him  in  his  loathsome  cell 
The  martyr  of  a  ruined  cause," — 

A  Private  in  the  Ranks:    Suggested  by  a  chapter  in  "Macaria." 
By   C.   E.   McC.     Dauphin   Island,   May   5,   A.  D.  1864, 

(C.  C.) 

"No  tinselled  bar  his  collar  bears; 
No  epaulette  or  star," — 

Privates  in  the  Ranks:    By  Lieut.  E.  C.  McCarthy.     (Sunny.) 

"No  golden  bar  his  collar  wears, 
No  epaulette  or  star," — 

Private  Maguire:     (Alsb.) 

"Ach,  its  nate  to  be  Captain  or  Colonel, 
Divil  a  bit  would  I  want  to  be  higher;" — 

Pro  Aris  et  Focis:    Song  of  the  Spartan  Bifleman:  1861.     (R. 
N  .S.  from  the  Spartansburg  Express.) 

"Our  banner  the  gift  of  the  gentle  and  fair, 
How  proudly  it  floats  in  the  morning  air," — 

Pro  Memoria:    Air,  "There  is  rest  for  the  weary."     By  Ina  M. 
Porter,  of  Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Lo!  the  Southland  Queen,  emergin ' 
From  her  sad  and  wintry  gloom," 


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Prometheus  Vinctus:    By  Fanny  Downing.     (E.  V.  M.  '69.) 

"Prometheus  on  the  cold  rock  I >< mini . 
The  vulture  at  his  heart," — 

Promise  of  Spring:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  sun-beguiling  breeze, 
From  the  soft  Cuban  seas," — 

Prosopopeia — Virginias  Call  to  Arms:  March,  1861.  (S.  L. 
M.,  April,  1861.) 

"Come  from  your  mountain  regions, 
Come  from  your  plains  afar," — 

Quam  diu  tandem  abutere  patientia  no:  By  B.,  Baltimore,  June 
30,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.  4.) 

"Come  gentle  muse,  give  me  your  aid, 
Keen  make  my  pen  as  Ashby's  blade! 

QuantreWs  Call:     Air,  "Pirate's  Serenade."     (Im.) 
"Up,  comrades  up,  the  moon  is  in  the  west, 
And  we  must  be  gone  at  the  dawn  of  the  day," — 

Rachel  of  Rama,  St.  Matthew  //,  18:    By  Christopher  Waife.     S. 
W.  Virginia,  January  4,  1863.     (S.  L.  M.,  August  '63.) 
"When  the  river  floweth, 
Floweth  to  the  sea," — 

Rally  Around  the  Stars  and  Bars:  By  Robert  Lamp,  51st  Georgia 
Vols.  (R.  B.  B.  94.) 

"Rally  round  your  country's  flag,  ye  freemen  of  the  South, 
Gird  on  your  armor  for  the  fray,  go  ye  to  battle  forth," — 

Rally  of  the  South:     [By  C.  B.  Northrup].     (Outcast.) 

"Gallant  men  of  Southern  blood, "- 

Rally  Round  the  Flag,  Boys!      (Army.) 

"We  are  marching  to  the  field,  boys,  we  are  going  to  the  fight, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom." — 

Rally  Round  the  Standard,  Boys:     (R.  B.  B.  94.) 
"My  heart  is  in  the  South,  boys,  my  heart  is  not  here, 
We  will  rally  round  the  South,  boys,  for  liberty,  so  dear," — 

Rallying  Song  of  the  Virginians:  Air,  "Scots,  wha  hae:"  By 
Susan  Archer  Talley.  S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  June,  1861.  (E. 
V.M.) 

"Now  rouse  ye,  gallant  comrades  all, 
And  ready  stand,  in  war's  array," — 

Ranger's  Farewell:  By  -  — ,  of  Col.  Wm.  H.  Parson's  Regi 
ment.  (Alsb.) 

"C.omr  fathers,  sons  and   brothers!  it    is   \oiir  country's  call! 
If  you've  the  heart  and  courage  to  face  a  cannon  ball!" — 


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Ranger's  Lay:    Air,  "I'll  hang  my  harp  on  the  willow  tree."     By 
Mrs.  Mary  L.  Wilson.     (Alsb.) 

"Here,  for  the  cause  that  the  valiant  love,  we  claim  the  right  to  die! 
On  the  battle-field  shall  our  sabres  prove  that  right  is  valued  high," — 

Rangers  Parting  Song:    By  G.  W.  Archer,  M.  D.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"A  mystic  spell  lures  men  to  dwell 
Far  far  from  wilds  away," — 

Rappahannock    Army    Song:     By    John    C.    McLemore.      (W. 
G.  S.,  from  the  Bichmond  Enquirer.) 

"The  toil  of  the  march  is  over — 
The  pack  will  be  borne  no  more" — 

Raden-Linden:     By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones,  Prisoner  of  War,    ohnson's 
Island,  November  3,  1864.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"In  prison,  when  the  sun  was  up, 
Each  "reb"  licked  clean  his  plate  and  cup" — 

Reading  the  List:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Is  there  any  news  of  the  war?  she  said — 
Only  a  list  of  the  wounded  and  dead," — 

The  Reaper:    Fort  Taylord,  N.  C.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  apples  are  ripe  in  the  orchard, 
The  work  of  the  reaper's  begun," — 

The  Reason  Why:    By  Col.  B.  N.  Jones.     (Sunny.) 

"From  streets  and  alleys  float  afar, 
The  moanings  of  this  famine  war," — 

The  Reason  "Why"    By  Bev.  John  Collins  McCabe,  D.D.     Bich 
mond,  1862.     (S.  L.  M.,  Nov.  and  Dec.,  1862.) 

"Is  it  'beyond  all  wonder'  how  amid  the  battle  thunder, 

They  can  fight,  those  'ragged  wretches,'  while  your  well  dressed  soldiers  fly," — 

Rebel  Prisoner:     (Alsb.) 

"One  morning,  one  morning,  one  morning  in  May, 
I  heard  a  poor  soldier  lamenting,  and  say:" — 

The  Rebel  Sock:    By  Mrs.  M.  B.  Clarke.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"In  all  the  pomp  and  pride  of  war 
The  Lincolnite  was  dressed," — 

A   Rebel  Soldier,   Killed  in  the  Trenches  Before  Petersburg,  Va., 
April  15,  1865:    By  A  Kentucky  Girl.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Killed  in  the  trenches!  How  cold  and  bare 
The  inscription  graved  on  the  white  card  there" — 

Rebel  Toasts:  Or  Drink  It  Down!      (Alsb.) 

"O,  here's  to  South  Carolina!  drink  it  down, 
Here's  to  South  Carolina!  drink  it  down," — 


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Rebel's  Dream:    By  A.  F.  Leovy.     (Fag.) 

"Softly  in  dreams  of  repose, 

A  vision  so  pure  and  so  sweet," — 

Rebel's  Requiem:  By  Col.  M.  V.  Moore  of  Auburn,  Alabama. 
(Hubner.) 

"Oh,  give  him  a  grave  when  the  victory's  won 
In  the  dust  of  his  own  dear  clime," — 

Rebel's  Retort:    Air,  "Cocachelunk."     (B.  B.  B.,  96.) 
"Tell  us  not  we  will  make  blunders, 
That  our  hopes  are  but  a  dream," — 

Rebels!    'Tis  a  Holy  Name:    By  Bev.  Mr.  Garesche,  of  St.  Louis. 
(E.  V.  M.  from  the  Atlanta  Confederacy.) 
"Rebels!  Tis  a  holy  name, 

The  name  our  father's  bore," — 

Recapture  of  Galveston:  Air,  "Happy  Land  of  Canaan."  By  M. 
E.  Beaver.  (Alsb.) 

"Now  all  you  girls  and  boys 
Open  your  ears  and  hush  your  noise," — 

Recognition  of  the  Southern  Confederacy:  Air,  "Bosseau's  Dream." 
(West.  Bes.) 

"Recognize  us,  recognize  us, 

From  the  South  the  noble  cry," — 

The  Recompense:  By  Captain  J.  B.  Clarke,  18th  Miss.  Infantry. 
(Sunny.) 

"From  out  the   Irish   peasant's  hut 
There  came  a  doleful  wail," — 

The  Recruiting  Sergeant:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
.  "I  am  a  Southern  Recruiting  Sergeant,  oho! 

The  way  that  the  ranks  can  be  filled  up  I  know" — 

Redeemed!  By  a  Prisoner  in  solitary  confinement,  May  31, 
1865.  (W.  L.) 

"What,  though  the  wrong,  I  have  defied 
And  smote  it  with  the  fleshy  sword;" — 

The  Red  Zouave:    (S.  L.  M.,  Nov.,  1861.) 

"The  stars  were  bright,  the  bm-ze  was  still 
The  cicada  and  the  whippoorwill" — 

Reddalo  Gladium!  Virginia  to  Winfield  Scott.  By  E.  W.  S. 
L.  M.,  November  and  December,  1862.  (W.  G.  S.  from 
the  Bichmond  Whig.) 

"A  \oi<  «    jx  h«-jird  in  Ramah!" — 

High  sounds  are  in  the  gale!" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  145 

Re-Enlist:    By  Mrs.  Margarita  J.  Canedo.     (S.  B.  P.) 

"What!  shall  we  now  throw  down  the  blade, 
And  doff  the  helmet  from  our  brows?" — 

Regulus:    By  Margaret  J.  Preston.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Have  ye  no  mercy?  Punic  rage 

Boasted  small  skill  in  torture,  when" — 

Requiem  for  1861:  By  H.  C.  B.  (Bohemian  from  the  Southern 
Field  and  Fireside.) 

"Year  of  terror,  year  of  strife 
Year  with  evil  passions  rife," — 

Retreat  of  the  Grand  Army  from  Bull  Run:  Air,  "Sweet  Evelina." 
By  Ernest  Clifton,  (Mr.  Piersol  of  Baltimore,)  Baltimore, 
Maryland.  (R.  B.  B.,  11.) 

"Way  down  in  Virginia, 
That  glorious  old  State," — 

Retreat  of  the  60,000  Lincoln  Troops:    July  15,  1861.     (R.  B.  B., 

95.) 

'  'Twas  a  clear  and  a  beautiful  day, 
And  the  sun  was  in  the  sky," — 

The  Return:     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Three  years!  I  wonder  if  she'll  know  me? 
I  limp  a  little,  and  I  left  one  arm" — 

The  Return  Home:    Philadelphia,  July,  1865.     (W.  L.) 

"Aye,  give  them  welcome  home,  fair  South! 
For  you  they've  made  a  deathless  name;" — 

Rich  Mountain:  By  William  H.  Holcombe,  M.D.  (S.  L.  M., 
Nov.,  1861.) 

"The  clash  of  arms,  the  tread  of  hurrying  feet, 
Shoutings  and  groans,  and  victory  and  retreat," — 

A  Richmond  Heroine:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"A  pretty  girl,  through  whose  soft  hair 
Daintily  played  warm  Southern  air," — 

Richmond  is  a  Hard  Road  to  Travel:  Air,  "Jordan  is  a  Hard  Road 
to  Travel."  Dedicated  to  General  A.  E.  Burnside.  (C. 
S.  B.) 

"Would  you  like  to  hear  my  song — I'm  afraid  it's  rather  long, 
Of  the  famous  "On  to  Richmond"  double  trouble;" — 

Richmond  on  the  James:  By  Anna  Marie  Welby,  Louisville,  Ken 
tucky,  July,  1862.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"A  soldier  boy  from  Bourbon,  lay  gasping  on  the  field, 
When  the  battle's  shock  was  over  and  the  foe  was  forced  to  yield;" — 


146  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Riding  a  Raid:    Air,  "Bonny  Dundee."     (E.  V.  M.) 

1  Tis  old  Stonewall  the  Rebel  that  leans  on  his  sword. 
And  while  we  are  mounting  prays  low  to  the  Lord:" — 

Rode's  Brigade  Charge  at  Seivn  Pines:    By  W.  P.  C.,  of  Virginia. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"Down  by  the  valley,  'mid  thunder  and  lightning. 
Down  by  the  valley,  'mid  jettings  of  light," — 

Root  Hog  or  Die:    The  Camp  Version.     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Abe  Lincoln  keeps  kicking  up  a  fuss, 
Think  he'd  better  stop,  for  he'll  only  make  it  worse," —  - 

A  Rumor  of  Peace:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"I  think  a  voice  divine  hath  stirrred  the  air; 
I  do  not  breathe  so  heavily, "- 

Rum  Raid  at  Velasco:    Air,  "Dixie."    By  Waul's  Legion,  written 
by  one  of  the  Bucket-eers.     (Alsb.) 

"One  night  when  we  were  getting  dry, 
A  little  old  whiskey  was  the  cry:" — 

The  Run  from  Manasses  Junction:     (P.  P.  B.) 
"Yankee  Doodle  went  to  war 
On  his  little  pony" — 

Run   Yanks,  or  Die!     Air,  "Root  Hog,  or  Die."    By  T.  W. 
Crowson.     (Alsb.) 

"Now  if  you  all  will  listen  while  I  relate 
About  the  cause  of  Freedom  you're  here  to  calculate:" — 

Sabbath  Bells:     (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 
"Those  Sabbath  bells!  Those  Sabbath  bells! 
No  more  their  soothing  music  tells." — 

Sabine  Pass:    Dedicated  to  the  Davis  Guards — the  Laving  and 
the  Dead.     By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Young.     (Alsb.) 

"Sabine  Pass  in  letters  of  gold 

Seem  written  upon  the  sky  today" — 

Sacrifice:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Another  victim  to  the  sacrifice! 
Oh!  my  own  mother  South," — 

St.  John,  the  Baptist,  Patron  of  South  Carolina:     [By  C.  B.  North- 
rup].     (Outcast.) 

"Eternal  glory  to  our  patron  saint" — 

The  Salkehatchie:    Written  when  a  garrison  at  or  near  Salkehatchie 
Bridge  were  threatening  a  raid  up  in  the  Fort  of  Big  and 
Salkehatchie.     By  Emily  J.  Moore.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"The  crystal  streams,  the  pearly  stn;im>, 
Tin-  strrjiiii-.  in  sunl>cHins  (lashing," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  147 

The  Santa  Fe  Volunteer:    Air,  "Mary's  Dream."     (Alsb.) 
"O  when  I  went  away  from  you,  it  fill'ed  my  heart  with  grief  and  woe; 
You  gave  to  me  the  parting  hand,  wishing  me  safe  in  yonder  land:" — 

The  Saucy  Little  Turtle:  Air,  "Coming  through  the  Rye."  (R. 
B.  B.,  99.) 

"Down  in  Mississippi  river, 
The  other  day," — 

Savannah:    By  Alethea  S.  Burroughs.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Thou  hast  not  drooped  thy  stately  head, 
Thy  woes  a  wondrous  beauty  shed" — 

Savannah  Fallen:  By  Alethea  S.  Burroughs,  of  Georgia.  (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Bowin?  her  head  to  the  dust  of  the  earth, 
Smitten  and  stricken  is  she," — 

Scenes:    By   Paul   H.    Hayne.     (Amaranth   from   the   Southern 

Illustrated  News.) 

"Oh,  God!  if  gifted  with  an  angel's  flight, 
And  somewhat  of  an  angel's  mystic  sight," — 

Scene  in  a  Country  Hospital:  By  Paul  H.  Hayne.  (Amaranth, 
from  the  Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Here,  lonely,  wounded  and  apart, 

From  out  my  casement's  glimmering  round," — 

The  Sea-Kings  of  the  South:  By  Edward  C.  Bruce,  of  Winchester, 
Virginia.  (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Richmond  Sentinel,  March  30, 
1863.) 

"Full  many  have  sung  of  the  victories  our  warriors  have  won, 
From  Bethel,  by  the  eastern  tide,  to  sunny  Galveston" — 

Sea-Weeds:  Written  in  Exile:  By  Annie  Chambers  Ketchum. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"Friend  of  the  thoughtful  mind  and  gentle  heart! 
Beneath  the  citron- tree" — 

Secession,  or  Uncle  Sam's  Troublesome  Daughters:     1862.     (C.  C.) 

"Waking  up  one  lovely  morning, 
In  the  Autumn's  rarest  prime" — 

Semmes'  Sword:  By  Mrs.  Margaret  J.  Preston.  Beechmore, 
1866.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Into  the  sea  he  hurled  it, 
Into  the  weltering  sea," — 

The  Sentinel:  Hanover  County,  Virginia,  January  1,  1862. 
(Bohemian.) 

"When  the  curtains  are  drawn  and  the  candles  are  lit, 
And  cozy  and  warm  by  the  fire-side  I  sit," — 


148  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

The  Sentinel's  Dream  of  Home:    By  Col.  A.  M.  Hobby,  Galveston, 
February  1,  1864.     (Alsb.) 

'  Tis  dead  of  night,  nor  voice,  nor  sound  breaks  on  the  stillness  of  the  air, 
The  waning  moon  goes  coldly  down  on  frozen  fields  and  forests  bare." — 

The  Sentinel's  Rererie:    By  Mrs.  Margaret  Piggot.     Petersburg, 
March  25,  1863.     (S.  L.  M.,  April,  '63.) 

"I  face  my  dull  round  by  the  hank  of  the  river, 
About  me  the  night,  and  before  me  the  foe;" — 

Sentry's  Call:    "Half-past  ten  o'clock  and  all  is  well!"     By  W. 
L.  Sibley.     Prisoner,  Johnson's  Island,  1865.     (W.  L.) 

"Silence,  deep,  profound,  mysterious, 
Gains  her  way  with  subtle  power," — 

The  Serenade  of  the  300,000  Federal  Ghosts:    Respectfully  dedi 
cated  to  Old  Black  Abe.     (R.  B.  B.,  58.) 

"From  the  battle  field  afar,  where  the  wounded  and  the  dying, 
Are  lying  side  by  side,  while  serried  hosts  are  flying," — 

1776-1861:    Air,  "Bruce's  Address."     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Sons  of  the  South!  from  hill  and  dale, 
From  mountain  top,  and  lowly  vale," — 

Seventy-Six  and  Sixty-One:    By  John  W.  Overall,  of  Louisiana. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"Ye  spirits  of  the  glorious  dead! 
Ye  watchers  in  the  sky!" — 

Shades  of  Our  Fathers:    An  Ode.    By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (S. 
L.  M.,  Feb.  and  March,  '62.) 

"Shades  of  our  Fathers!  Shall  it  be, 
That  we  whose  sires  were  ever  free," — 

Shell  the  City!    Shell!     By  W.  Gilmore  Simms.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"Shell  the  city!  shell! 
Ye  myrmidons  of  Hell;" — 

The  Shenandoah  Sufferers:    By  A  Voice  from  New  England.    A. 
D.,  1864.     (C.  C.) 

"Tlir  Shrri!iM<luali  Valley,  tin-  garden  of  earth 
When  beauty  and  plenty  sprang  joyously  forth" — 

Shermanized:    By  L.  Virginia  French.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"In  this  city  of  Atlanta,  on  a  dire  and  dreadful  day, 

'Mid  the  raging  of  the  conflict,  'mid  the  thunder  of  the  fray," — 

Shermans  Bummers:    Parody  on  the  "Knickerbocker  Line"  and 
respectfully  dedicated  to  the  Bummers  of  Sherman's  Army. 
By  H.  H.  C.,  6th  No.  V.  V.  I.    (R.  B.  B.,  98.) 

"Come  listen  to  my  good  old  Song, 
About  a  Bum  m-e-r" — 


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Shiloh!      Louisiana,  June,  1862.     (Alsb.) 

"Night  brooded  o'er  the  Federal  camp, 
And  the  breeze  blew  soft  and  free," — 

Shiloh:  By  Margaret  Stilling:  (Bohemian,  from  the  Richmond 
Enquirer.) 

"Golden  lights  on  the  purple  hills, 

A  rosy  blush  on  the  valleys  fair," — 

The  Ship  of  State:  Sonnet.  (W.  G.  S.,  from  the  Charleston 
Mercury.) 

"Here  lie  the  peril  and  necessity 
That  need  a  race  of  giants — a  great  realm" — 

The  Ship  of  State:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"A  good  ship  o'er  a  stormy  sea, 
Before  the  gale  is  driving," — 

Short  Rations:  A  Song — dedicated  to  the  Cornfed  Army  of 
Tennessee.  In  the  field  near  Dalton,  Georgia.  December 
22,  1863.  (W.  F.) 

"Fair  ladies  and  maids  of  all  ages, 

Little  girls  and  cadets  howe'er  youthful" — 

Shot!    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"O  Brain,  come  quickly  with  your  art, 

Show  me  some  scenes  to  calm  my  heart," — 

Shot  through  the  Heart:    By  Ina  M.  Porter.     (B.  E.) 

"Across  the  brown  and  wintry  morn, 
Borne  on  the  soft  wind's  wing," — 

Sic  Semper:    By  a  Virginian.     (R.  B.  B.,  98.) 

"Enthroned  in  obloquy,  Abe  Lincoln  sits, 
And  with  his  weighty  axe,  a  rail  he  splits," — 

Sic  Semper   Tyrannis:    By  Fanny  Downing.     (Amaranth.) 

"They  have  torn  off  the  crown  from  her  beautiful  brow, 
Yet  she  never  seemed  half  so  majestic  as  now," — 

Sic  Semper  Tyrranis!  By  Wm.  M.  Holcombe,  M.D.  (S.  L. 
M.,  Oct.,  '61.) 

"When  the  bloody  and  perjur'd  usurper  called  forth 
His  minions  and  tools — to  the  shame  of  the  North!" — 

Silence:    By  Lieut.  J.  E.  Dooley.     (Sunny.) 

"There's  silence  in  the  prison, 
There's  silence  on  the  shore," — 

The  Silent  March:    By  Walker  Meriweather  Bell.     (W.  L.): 
"O'ercome  with  weariness  and  care 
The  war-worn  veteran  lay," — 


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The  Single  Star  and  The  Palmetto  Banner:  [By  C.  B.  Northrup]. 
(Outcast.) 

"Alone  the  single  star 
Of  our  clear  state  is  gleaming," — 

Slap:  By  Klubs  (James  R.  Randall).  (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table, 
January,  1862,  from  the  New  Orleans  Delta  of  1861.) 

"Ho,  gallants!  brim  the  beaker  bowl, 
And  click  the  festal  glasses,  oh!"- 

The  Soldier:     (Army.) 

"  Tis  not  on  the  battle-field 

That  I  would  wish  to  die,"- 

Soldier,  I  Slay  to  Pray  for  Thee:    By  J.  S.  Thorrington.     (Fag.) 

"Lady,  I  go  to  fight  for  thee, 
Where  gory  banners  wave," — 

The  Soldier  in  the  Rain:  By  Julia  L.  Keyes.  (W.  G.  S.,  from 
the  Patriot  and  Mountaineer.) 

"Ah  me!  the  rain  has  a  sadder  sound 
Than  it  ever  had  before," — 

A  Soldier-Name  Unknown:    By  F.  B.,  Atlanta,  August  19,  1864. 

(W.  F.) 

"What  is  glory?     A  perfume  whose  own  exhalations 
Itself  must  exhaust  in  the  end;" — 

The  Soldier  of  the  Cross:  Suggested  by  Bishop  Folk's  appoint 
ment  in  the  rebel  army.  (P.  &  P.  B.  from  the  Savannah 
News.) 

"Down  from  the  hill  where  earthly  dross 
Ne'er  stained  the  sacred  feet,"- 

The  Soldier  Who  Died  Today:  Macon,  Georgia,  A.  D.,  1863. 
(C.  C..) 

"Only  a  humble  cart 

Threading  the  careless  crowd," — 

The  Soldier's  Amen:    (Alsb.) 

"As  a  couple  of  good  soldiers  were  walking  one  day, 
Said  one  to  the  other,  'Let's  kneel  down  and  pray'!  "• 

The  Soldier's  Battle  Prayer:     (Selected.)     (S.  L.  M.,  April,  '62.) 
"Father,    I    trust   thee! 
Ijfe,  was  thy  gift,  thou  can'st  now  shield  it,"- 

Soldier's  Dear  Old  Home:  By  Rev.  Mr.  Joyce,  Chaplain  Arizona 
Brigade.  (Alsb.) 

"\\»-  ;irr  a   li;ui(l  of  brothers, 

Wild  and  fearless  will  we  roam"— 


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The  Soldier's  Death:    By  A.  B.  Cunningham.     (Alsb.) 

"The  night-cloud  had  lowered  o'er  Shiloh's  red  plain, 

And  the  blast  howl'd  sadly  o'er  wounded  and  slain," — 

A  Soldier's  Dream:     (C.  S.  B.) 

"Last  night  as  I  toasted 
My  wet  feet  and  roasted" — 

The  Soldier's  Dream:     (Lee) 

"Our  bugles  sand  truce,  for  the  night  cloud  had  lowr'd, 
And  the  sentinel  stars  set  their  watch  in  the  sky," — 

Soldier's  Dream:    By  Fr.  Sulzner.     (Fag.) 

"I  am  dreaming  of  thee, 
Dearest,  I  am  dreaming  still  of  thee," — 

Soldier's  Farewell:    Air,  *  Rosin  the  Bow."     (Randolph.) 

"Hark!  the  tocsin  is  sounding,  my  comrades — 
Bind  your  knapsacks,  away  let  us  go,"— 

Soldier's  Farewell:    By  John  H.  Hewitt:     (Lee.) 
"The  bugle  sounds  upon  the  plain, 
Our  men  are  gath-ring  fast;" — 

The  Soldier's  Farewell  to  his  Wife:    By  Wm.  K.  Campbell,  Green 
ville,  S.  C.     James  Island,  1862.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Side  by  side  and  hand  in  hand, 
Silently  we  sit;" — 

The  Soldier's  Grave:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Oh  stranger,  tread  lightly,  'tis  holy  ground  here, 
In  death's  cold  embrace,  the  soldier  sleepeth  there," — 

The  Soldier's  Grave:    By  Pearl.     (E.  V.  M.  from  the   Victoria 
Advocate.) 

'Tis  where  no  chisel's  tracing  tells 
The  humble  sleeper's  name," — 

The  Soldier's  Heart:    By  F.  P.  Beaufort.     (S.  B.  P.) 

"The  trumpet  calls,  and  I  must  go, 
To  meet  the  vile,  invading  foe;" — 

Soldier's  Lament:    By  Wm.  Lewis,  Kauffman  Co.,  Texas.     (Alsb.) 

"Last  Christmas  day  I  left  my  home,  my  children  and  my  wife, 
Far,  far  away  I  had  to  go,  and  lead  a  soldier's  life;" — 

The  Soldier's  Last  Combat:    By  Mrs.  Elizabeth  E.  Harper,  Oc 
tober,  1861.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  soldier  girded  his  armor  on, 
The  fire  of  hope  in  his  bright  eye  shone," — 

Soldier's  Letters:     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 
"The  mail!     the  mail! 
And  sun-burned  cheeks  and  eager  eyes" — 


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The  Soldier's  Mission:    By  A.  W.  Morse.     (Fag.) 

"Haste  thee,  falter  not,  noble  patriot  band, 
Bravely  meet  thy  lot,  firm  maintain  thy  stand," — 

The  Soldier's  Return:    By  Anna  Ward.    January,  1862.     (Im.) 

"Did  he  come  in  the  pride  of  manhood, 
Flushed  with  a  soldier's  fame?" — 

Soldier's  Song  of  Pass  Camllo:    By  Col.  C.  G.  Forshey,  C.  S.  Eng. 
Fort  Esperanza,  Pass  Cavallo.     March,  1862.     (Alsb.) 
"Down  the  Matagorda  Bay,  flow  the  waters  smooth  and  shallow, 
Gaining  fleetness  on  the  way,  hurrying  down  to  Pass  Cavallo;" — 

Soldier's  Suit  of  Gray:    By  Carrie  Belle  Sinclair.     (Alsb.) 

"I've  seen  some  handsome  uniforms  deck'd  off  with  buttons  bright, 
And  some  that  are  so  very  gay  they  almost  blind  the  sight;" — 

The  Soldiers  Sweet  Home:  Air,  "Home,  Sweet  Home/'  By 
Mrs.  Mary  L.  Wilson,  San  Antonio.  (Alsb.) 

"The  soldier  who  o'er  the  lone  prairie  doth  roam, 
Oft  sighs  for  the  far  distant  pleasures  of  home" — 

A  Solemn  Dirge:    Placarded  in  Charleston,   186 — ,  on  the  re 
moval  of  Gen.  Sickles.     (Mr.  Samuel's  Scrapbook,  Ridgway) 
"King  Dan  is  dead — he  breathed  his  last, 
We  ne'er  see  him  more," — 

Soldier  Talk:    To  the  tune  of  "Walk-In,  Walk-In,  Walk-In,  I 
Say  and  Hear  My  Banjo  Play."    By  Captain  T.  F.  Roche, 
C.  S.  A.     1865,  Fort  Delaware.     (Roche.) 
"One  very  funny  habit  when  this  cruel  war  am  done, 
Will  common  as  the  devil  be,  to  each  and  every  one," — 

Somebody's  Darling:  By  Miss  Marie  Lacoste,  of  Savannah, 
Georgia.  (E.  V.  M.  from  the  Southern  Churchman.) 

"Into  a  ward  of  the  whitewashed  walls 
Where  the  dead  and  dying  lay" — 

Song:    Air,  "Faintly  Flow  Thy  Falling  River."     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Here  we  bring  a  fragrant  tribute, 
To  the  bed  where  valor  sleeps," — 

Song:    Air,  "Happy  Land  of  Canaan."     (R.  B.  B.,  40.) 

"You  Rebels  come  along  and  listen  to  my  song 

The  subject  of  thr  -^unr  is  not  worth  naming," — 

A  Song:  Written  by  an  inmate  of  the  Old  Capitol  Prison  in 
Washington  City,  and  sung  by  his  fellow  prisoners.  (R. 
R.  from  the  Richmond  Sentinel.) 

"HrbrI   is    i   sarrrd  name, 
Traitor,  too,  is  glorious;" — 


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Song,  Bull's  Run:     (R.  B.  B.,  13.) 

"Come  gentle  muse,  give  me  your  aid, 

Sharp  make  my  pen  as  Ashby's  blade" — 

A  Song  for  Dogs:     1864.     (West.  Res.) 

"Our  fathers  were  men  in  the  days  that  are  past — 
What  a  pity  it  is  that  our  fathers  are  dead! 

Song  for  the  Irish  Brigade:    By  Shamrock  of  the  Sumpter  Rifles. 
(R.  R.) 

"Not  now  for  the  songs  of  a  nation's  wrongs, 
Nor  the  groans  of  starving  labor," 

Song  for  the  South:     (Randolph) 

"A  shout!  a  wild  glad  shout  of  joy! 
Ho!  all  ye  sons  of  freedom,  rise" — 

Song  for  the  South:     (R.  R.) 

"Of  all  the  mighty  nations,  in  the  East  or  in  the  West, 
Our  glorious  Southern  nation  is  the  greatest  and  the  best;" — 

Song  of  Hooker's  Picket:     (Fag.   from  the  Southern  Illustrated 
News,  February  21,  1863) 

"I'm  'nation  tired  of  being  hired 
To  fight  for  a  shilling  a  day;" — 

Song  of  our  Glorious  Southland:    By  Mrs.  Mary  Ware.     (W.  G.  S. 
from  the  Southern  Field  and  Fireside.) 

"Oh,  sing  of  our  glorious  Southland, 
The  pride  of  the  golden  sun!" — 

Song  of  Spring  (1864):    By  John  A.  Wagener  of  South  Carolina. 

(W.  G.  S.) 

"Spring  has  come!     Spring  has  come! 

The  brightening  earth,  the  sparkling  dew" — 

Song  of  the  Baltimore  Rebels:    Air,  "Wait  For  the  Wagon."     (R. 
B.  B.,  77.) 

"Let  us  join  the  army, 
Let  us  join  the  army,  and  drive  the  Hessians  home," — 

Song  of  the  "Bloody  Sixth' '  at  Camp  Chase,  Ohio:     (Alsb.) 

"We  have  sung  of  Benny  Havens  and  Camp  McCullough,  O — 
When  cups  were  filled  with  good  old  Rye  in  happy  days  of  yore;" — 

Song  of  the  C.  R.'s  of  M.:    Air,  "Villikms  and  his  Dinah."    By 

F.  B.     (W.  F.) 

"Our  motto  is  fun  and  though  dark  be  the  hour 
His  heart  is  a  craven's  who  lets  it  go  sour;" — 

The  Song  of  the  Drum:     (R.  B.  B.,  p.  100.) 

"Oh,  the  drum,  it  rattles  so  loud, 
When  it  calls  me,  with  its  rattle," — 


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The  Song  of  the  Exile:  Air,  "Dixie."  By  B,  Martinsburg,  Vir 
ginia,  December  10,  1861.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"O  here  I  am  in  the  land  of  cotton, 
The  flag  once  honored  is  now  forgotten" — 

Song  of  the  Fifth  Texas  Regiment:  Air,  "Happy  Land  of  Canaan.', 
(Alsb.) 

"O!  the  Bayou  City  Guards,  they  will  never  ask  for  odds, 
When  the  Yankees  in  a  close  place  get  them,  ha!  hal"- 

Song  of  the  First  Virginia  Cavalry:  (Amaranth  from  the  South 
ern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Mount  1     Mount!     and  away! 
Stay  not  to  entwine"- 

Song  of  the  Freedmen:  By  A.  R.  Watson,  Atlanta,  Georgia.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"A  freedman  sat  on  a  pile  of  bricks, 

As  the  rain  was  pattering  down"- 

Song  of  the  Privateer:  By  Quien  Sabe?  Baltimore,  October  10, 
1861.  (R.  B.  B.) 

"Away  o'er  the   l>oundless  sea 
With  steady  hearts  and  free" — 

Song  of  the  Privateer:    By  Alexander  H.  Cummins:     (R.  R.) 
"Fearlessly  the  seas  we  roam, 

Tossed  by  each  briny  wave;" — 

Song  of  the  Rebel:  By  Esten  Cooke,  Camp  "No  Camp."  De 
cember  1,  1862.  (W.  L.) 

"Oh!  not  a  heart  in  all  our  host 
But  feels  a  noble  thrill,"— 

Song  of  the  Sentinel:     (Bohemian  from  the  Richmond  Dispatch) 

"Sleep,  comrade!  sleep  in  -.lumlter     deep! 
No  foe  across  our  line  shall  creep;" — 

Song  of  the  Sergeant  of  the  Guard:  Written  by  the  Guard  Fire, 
Vienna,  Virginia,  August  1,  1862.  (July  and  August,  '62, 
S.  L.  M.) 

"I  think  of  you.   m\    (  hild, 

While  the  long  hours  move  slow;" — 

The  Song  of  the  Snow:  By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston,  Lexington,  Vir 
ginia.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Halt!  the  niiirch  is  over 

Day   is  almost  done" — 


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Song  of  the  South:  (Bohemian,  from  the  New  Orleans  Sunday 
Delta.) 

"The  genius  of  the  Western  world, 
Stood  silent  by  the  sea;" — 

The  Song  of  the  South:     (R.  R.) 

"Hurrah  for  the  South,  the  glorious  South!  the  land  of  song  and  story — 
Her  name  shall  ring  and  the  world  shall  sing  her  honor,  fame  and  glory;" — 

Song  of  the  South:  Choir:     (Amaranth  from  The  Land  We  Love.) 

"Sing  us  a  song  of  the  South  we  love! 
O!  minstrel  sing  us  a  song!" — 

Song  of  the  Southern  Soldier:  Air,  "Barclay  and  Perkin's  Dray 
man."  By  P.  E.  C.  (C.  C.,  from  the  Richmond  Examiner.) 

"I'm  a  soldier,  you  see,  that  oppression  has  made, 
I  don't  fight  for  pay  or  for  booty," — 

Song  of  the  Southern  Women:    By  Julia  Mildred.     (P.  &  P.  B.) 
"O  Abraham  Lincoln!  we  call  thee  to  hark 
To  the  song  we  are  singing,  we  Joans  of  Arc." — 

The  Song  of  the  Sword:  Suggested  at  seeing  a  sick  and  wounded 
Confederate  soldier  left  to  die  at  the  Crater  farm,  near  Peters 
burg,  Virginia,  May  26,  1866  [1864?].  (C.  C.) 

"Weary  and  wounded  and  worn, 
Wounded  and  ready  to  die," — 

Song  of  the  Texas  Rangers:  Inscribed  to  Mrs.  John  H.  Wharton. 
Air,  "Yellow  Rose  of  Texas."  By  Mrs.  J.  D.  Young.  (E.  V. 

M.) 

"The  morning  star  is  paling, 

The  camp  fires  flicker  low," — 

Song  of  the  Times:     (Hopkins.) 

"Let  hard  times  assail  us, 
Let  poverty  nail  us" — 

Song  of  the  Washington  Volunteers:     (Randolph.) 

"When  war's  fierce  trumpet  notes  resounded, 
Whose  bold,  defiant  shouts  were  sounded?" — 

Song  on  General  Scott:  Tune,  "Poor  Old  Horse,  Let  Him  Die." 
By  N.  B.  J.  (P.  &  P.  B.) 

"Virginia  had  a  son 

Who  gathered  up  some  fame" — 

Song  Written  for  the  "Gilmer  Blues"  of  Lexington,  Georgia:    Air, 
"Dixie."     By  E.  Young.     (Bohemian.) 
"Comrades,  come  and  join  the  chorus, 
Sing  for  the  land  whose  flag  waves  o'er  us," —  • 


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Sonnet:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Man  makes  his  own  dread  fates,  and  these  in  turn 
Create  his  tyrants.     In  our  lust  arid  passion" — 

Sonnet:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Democracy  hath  done  its  work  of  ill, 
And,  seeming  freemen,  never  to  be  free," — 

Sonnet:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Rise  from  your  gory  ashes  stern  and  pale, 
Ye  martyred  thousands!"- 

Sonnet  to  Mrs.  Isabella  Quinnell:    By  F.  B.,  Globe  Hospital,  Rich 
mond,  May,  1862.     (W.  F.) 

"The  soldier  lays  upon  his  helpless  bed 
Far  from  his  home,  reft  of  maternal  care;" — 

Sonnet:  To  Resistance:    By  W.  H.  P.     (S.  L.  M.,  May,  '62  from 
the  New  Orleans  Delta.) 

"Shriek  out  hoarse  guns  into  the  startled  air! 
A  nation's  Liberty!  a  Nation's  Peace," — 

Sonnet  Written  in  1864:    (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"\\  hat  right  to  freedom  when  we  are  not  free? 
When  all  the  passions  goad  us  into  lust;"- 

Sons  of  Freedom:    By  Nanny  Gray.     (Bohemian  from  the  Rich 
mond  Whig.) 

"Sons  of  Freedom,  on  to  glory. 

Go,   where  brave  men  do  or  die," — 

Sons  of  Kentucky:     (Randolph.) 

"Kentucky's  Sons!     and  will  ye  serviles  be, 
While  Southrons  rise  their  honor  to  defend?"- 

Sons  of  the  South:    Air,  "Bruce's  Address."     (Randolph.) 
"Sons  of  the  South!  from  hill  and  dale, 
From  mountain  top  and  lowly  vale," — 

Sons  of  the  South,  Arise!      By  W.  G.  Simms.     (S.  L.  M.,  Febru 
ary  and  March,  '62.) 

"Sons  of  the  South,  no  longer  sleep,  Ari-«-. 
The  foeman's  foot  is  planted  on  your  shores," — 

Souls  of  Heroes:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Souls  of  heroes,  ascended  from  fields   \ou  have  won, 
Still  -milrs  on  the  conflict  so  greatly  begun; 

Soul  of  the  South,  an  Ode:    By  Wm.  Gilmore  Simms.     (S.  L.  M., 
February  and  March,  '62.) 

'Twas  a  goodly  boon  that  our  fathers  gave, 
And  it  Gts  but  ill  to  be  held  by  the  slave,"— 


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The  South:     (Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"The  South  I  wonder  every  heart, 
Don't  with  emotion  beat;" — 

The  South  (1865):    By  G,  Savannah,  Georgia,  August  17,  1865. 

(W.  L.) 

"Her  head  is  bowed  downwards:  so  pensive  her  air, 
As  she  looks  on  the  ground  with  her  pale,  solemn  face," — 

The  South:    By  Father  Ryan.  (C.  S.  B.) 

"Yes,  give  me  the  land 

Where  the  ruins  are  spread,'  — 

The  South:  By  Charlie  Wildwood.  Music  by  John  H.  Hewitt, 
published  by  Julian  A.  Selby,  Columbia,  South  Carolina, 
(R.  R.  and  R.  B.  M.,  1863.) 

"The  bright  rose  of  beauty,  unnurtur'd  by  art, 
And  purity's  lily  doth  thrive  in  thy  heart'  — 

The  South  and  North:     (R.  B.  B.,  101.) 

"The  Southrons  and  the  Northers,  oh 
Have  got  into  a  fight," — 

The  South  for  Me:    (R.  R.) 

"The  South  for  me!  the  sunny  clime, 

Where  earth  is  clothed  in  beauty's  hue" — 

The  South  in  Arms:    By  Rev.  J.  B.  Martin.     (R.  R.) 

"Oh!  see  ye  not  the  sight  sublime, 
Unequalled  in  all  previous  time" — 

The  South  is  Up:    By  P.  E.  C.     (R.  R.) 

"The  South  is  up  in  stern  array — 
Chasseurs  and  Zouaves  and  Gallic  Guard" — 

The  South;  Or,  /  Love  Thee  the  More:     (Alsb.) 

"My  heart  in  its  sadness  turns  fondly  to  thee, 
Dear  land  where  our  loved  ones  fought  hard  to  be  free" — 

The  South  Our  Country:    By  E.  M.  Thompson.     (Fag.) 

"Our  country,  our  country,  oh  where  may  we  find, 
Amid  all  the  proud  relics  of  legion  or  story," — 

Southern  Carolina,  A  Patriotic  Ode:  Charleston,  South  Carolina, 
1861.  (Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"Land  of  the  Palmetto  tree 

Sweet  home  of  liberty" — 

South  Carolina:  By  S.  Henry  Dickson.  December  20,  1860. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"The  deed  is  done!  the  die  is  cast; 
The  glorious  Rubicon  is  passed" — 


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South   Carolina:     By   Gossipium.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the   Char 
leston  Mercury.) 

"My  brave  old  Country!  I  have  watched  thee  long, 
Still  ever  first  to  rise  against  the  wrong;" — 

South   Carolina:    By   Willie   Lightheart:     (Bohemian   from   the 
Charleston  Courier.) 

"My  land,  my  Carolina,  dear! 
My  warm,  bright  sunny  home"- 

Soulh  Carolina  Hymn  of  Independence:    Air,  "The  Marseillaise." 
[By  C.  B.  Northrup].     (Outcast) 

"South  Carolinians!  proudly  see 
Our  state  proclaimed  to  all  the  world" — 

The  South  Banner:    By  Col.  W.  S.  Hawkins,  C.  S.  A.,  Camp 
Chase,  Ohio.     (Fag.) 

"Sing  ho!  for  the  Southerner's  meteor  flag 
As  'tis  flung  in  its  pride  to  the  breeze," — 

A  Southern  Battle  Hymn:    May  25,  1861.     (C.  C.) 
"God  of  our  fathers!  King  of  Kings! 
Lord  of  the  earth  and  sea!" — 

Southern  Battle  Song:    Air,  "Bruce's  Address."     (B.R.) 
"Raise  the  Southern  flag  on  high! 
Shout  aloud  the  battle-cry!" 

Southern  Battle  Song:     By  C.  [James  Cahill?]      Baltimore,  Octo 
ber,  1862.     (R.  B.  B.,  102.) 

"Come  gallant  sons  of  noble  sires, 

Whose  bosoms  glow  with  patriotic  fires!"— 

Southern  Border  Song:    Air,  "Blue  Bonnets  over  the  Border." 
(S.  L.  M.,  July,  1861.) 

"March!  March!  Southerners  fearlessly  march! 
Have  ye  not  heard  of  the  ruthless  marauder?" — 

Southern  Captives:    By  Captain  Sam  Houston.     (Alsb.) 
"Softly  comes  the  twilight,  stealing  softly  through  my  prison  bars; 
While  from  out  the  vault  of  heaven  gently  glimmering  come  the  stars;" — 

Southern  Chant  of  Defiance:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield  of  Kentucky. 
Music  by  A.  E.  Blackmar.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"You  can  never  win  them  back; 
Never,    ne\er;"- 

The  Southern  Cross:     (R.  R.) 

"Fling  wide  each  fold,  brave  flag,  unrolled, 
In  all  thy  breadth  and  length!" — 


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The  Southern  Cross:  To  his  Excellency  President  Davis,  from  his 
fellow  citizens,  Ellen  Key  Blunt,  and  J.  T.  Mason  Blunt, 
of  Maryland  and  Virginia.  Paris,  1862.  (S.  L.  M.,  Sep 
tember  and  October,  1862.)  (R.  R.) 

"In  the  name  of  God!  Amen! 
Stand  for  our  Southern  rights!'  — 

The  Southern  Cross:  By  St.  George  Tucker,  of  Virginia.  (S.  L. 
M.,  March,  1861.)  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Oh!  say  can  you  see  through  the  gloom  and  the  storm, 
More  bright  for  the  darkness,  that  pure  constellation?" — 

The  Southern  Flag:  Air,  "A  Wet  Sheet  and  a  Flowing  Sea." 
(Fag.) 

"Three  cheers  for  the  Southern  flag, 
That  floats  upon  the  gale," — 

Southern  Flag:    By  Lt.  Sam  Houston.     (Alsb.) 

"Flag  of  the  South!  whose  golden  folds 
Shine  with  a  nation's  stars  new-born," — 

A  Southern  Gathering  Song:  Air,  "Hail  Columbia."  By  L.  Vir 
ginia  French.  (R.  R.) 

"Sons  of  the  South,  beware  the  foe! 
Hark  to  the  murmur  deep  and  low" — 

Southern  Girl  and  Parody:     The  Homespun  Plaid:     (R.  B.  B.,  104.) 

"Oh,  call  me  not  a  Southern  girl, 
I'm  weary  of  the  name;" — 

A  Southern  Girl's  Song:  Air,  "Come  away,  love."  By  Ken 
tucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Come  away,  love,  from  our  foes,  love; 
Come  and  seek  a  nobler  cause" — 

The  Southern  Homes  in  Ruin:    By  R.  B.  Vance,  of  North  Carolina. 

(W.  G.  S.) 

"Many  a  gray-haired  sire  has  died 
As  falls  the  oak — to  rise  no  more," — 

Southern  Land:  Air,  "Dixie's  Land."  (C.  S.  B.  from  the  Char 
leston  Courier.) 

"We  dwell  where  skies  are  bright  above  us, 
Cheered  by  smiles  from  all  who  love  us," — 

Southern   Marseillaise:    Air,    "Marseilles   Hymn."     (Randolph.) 

"Soldiers,  rouse  ye  to  the  battle, 

Arm,  arm  ye  at  your  country's  call," — 

Southern  Marseillaise:     (J.  M.  S.) 

"Sons  of  the  South!  awake  to  glory, 
A  thousand  voices  bid  you  rise," — 


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Southern  Marseillaise:     (Beau.) 

"Ye  men  of  Southern  hearts  and  feeling, 
Arm,  Arm!  your  struggling  country  calls" — 

The  Southern  Matron  to  Her  Son:    Air,  "Oh,  No,  My  Love,  No." 
(R.  B.  B.,  105.) 

"I  weep  as  I  leave  you,  with  bitter  emotion, 
Yet  view  me  in  kindness,  refraining  from  blame;" — 

Southern  Mothers  Lament:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  head  that  lay  upon  my  breast — 
O  God!  elsewhere  it  findeth  rest," — 

The  Southern  Oath:     By  Rosa   Vertner  Jeffry.     July  22,  1862. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"By  the  cross  upon  our  banner, 
Glory  of  one  Southern  sky," — 

Southern  Patriotism:    January,  1861.     (R.  N.  S.  from  the  Spart- 
ansburg  Express) 

"Love  thy  country,  thus  each  sire 
With  the  lesson  undefined,"— 

The  Southern  Patriot's  Lament:    Written  in  Fort  Warren  Prison 
in  1864.     (Amaranth.) 

"I  am  a  captive  on  a  hostile  shore, 

Caged  like  the  falcon  from  its  native  skies," — 

Southern  Pleiades:    By  Laura  Lorrimer.     (Bohemian  from  the 
Nashville  Patriot.) 

"When  first  our  Southern  flag  arose, 
Beside  the  heaving  sea," — 

Southern  Prisoner  Gives  His  Thanks  to  the  Baltimore  Ladies:    Air, 
"American  Boy."     (R.  B.  B.,  72.) 

"I  left  Winchester  Court-House,  all  in  the  month  of  May, 
And  from  this  great  starvation  I  was  glad  to  get  away" — 

The  Southern  Republic:    By  Olive  Tully  Thomas,   Mississippi. 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"In  the  galaxy  of  nations 

A   nation's  flag  unfurled," — 

A  Southern  Scene,  1862:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"Oh  Mammy  have  you  heard  the  news?" 
Thus  spake  a  Southern  <  hild," — 

Southern  Sentiment:    By  Rev.  A.  M.  Box.     (Alsb.) 

"The   North   insiy   think   the  South   will   yield, 
And  seek  for  a  place  in  the  Union  again;" — 


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Southern  Sentiment:  (Same  as  The  Northern  Hordes).  Air, 
"Let  Haughty  Gaul  Invasion  Threat."  By  B.,  Baltimore, 
October  6,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.,  106:) 

"The  Northern  hordes  invasion  threat, 
But  we  are  not  alarmed;" — 

The  Southern  Soldier  Boy:  As  sung  by  Miss  Sallie  Partington  in 
the  "Virginia  Cavalier"  at  the  Richmond  New  Theatre.  Air, 
"The  Boy  with  the  Auburn  Hair."  By  Capt.  C.  W.  Alex 
ander,  R.  A.  C.  and  A.  P.  M.  (R.  B.  M.,  1863.) 

"Bob  Roebuck  is  my  sweetheart's  name, 
He's  off  to  the  wars  and  gone," — 

Southern  Soldier  Boy:    By  Father  A.  J.  Ryan.     (Fag.) 

"Young  as  the  youngest  who  donned  the  gray, 
True  as  the  truest  who  wore  it," — 

Southern  Song:  Tune,  "Wait  for  the  Wagon."  (R.  R.  from  the 
Raleigh  Register.) 

"Come  all  ye  sons  of  freedom, 
And  join  our  Southern  band," — 

A  Southern  Song:  By  Miss  Maria  Grason,  Queen  Anne  Co., 
Md.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"While  crimson  drops  our  hearthstone  stains, 
And  Northern  despots  forge  our  chain," — 

Southern  Song:    By  L.  M.     (R.  R.  from  the  Louisville  Courier.) 

"If  ever  I  consent  to  be  married, 
(And  who  would  refuse  a  good  mate?" — 

A  Southern  Song:  Address  to  her  Maryland  lover  by  a  Virginia 
Girl.  Air,  "Fly  to  the  Desert."  By  M.  F.  Q.  Richmond, 
May  3,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.) 

"Fly  to  the  South,  come  fly  to  me 
In  Richmond  there's  a  home  for  thee;" — 

A  Southern  Song:    Reply  to  the  Virginia  Girl's  Address  to  her 

Maryland  Lover.     By  0.  H.  S.  Cola.     Baltimore, 

1861.     (R.  B.  B.,  2.) 

"Farewell  to  submission 
Whoever  may  crave," — 

Southern  Song  of  Freedom:  Air,  "The  Minstrels'  Return."  By 
J.  H.  H.  (R.  R.) 

"A  Nation  has  sprung  into  life 

Beneath  the  bright  Cross  of  the  South"— 

Southern  Union:     (Randolph.) 

"Hail  to  the  new-born  nation!  hail! 

Shout  till  our  plaudits  reach  the  sky," — 


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The  Southern  Wagon  in  Kentucky:    Air,  "Wait  for  the  Wagon." 
By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Some  Southern  wit,  deriding,  said  they  must  take  up  behind, 
The  old  Corncracker  State,  because  at  first  she  was  too  blind" — 

Southern  War  Cry:    Air,  "Scots  Wha  Hae."     (R.  R.  from  the 
New  Orleans  Picayune.) 

"Countrymen  of  Washington  1 
Countrymen  of  Jefferson!" — 

Southern   War  Song:    Air,   "Scots  Wha  Hae."     By  Baltimore. 
(Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"Southrons,  lo!  thy  tyrant's  hand, 
Stained  with  blood,  pollutes  your  land," — 

Southern  War  Song:    Air,  "I'm  Afloat."     (R.  B.  B.,  108.) 

"We  shall  win!  we  shall  win!  for  our  cause  it  is  just, 

Our  arms  ever  ready,  and  in  God  is  our  trust,"— 

A  Southern  War  Song:    By  P.  H.     (R.  B.  B.) 

"Arise  ye  Southern  heroes,  and  gird  your  armor  on, 
The  battle  of  your  liberty  is  shortly  to  be  won," — 

Southern  War  Song:    By  N.  P.  W.     (R.  R.  from  the  Louisville 
Courier.) 

"To  horse!  to  horse!  our  standard  flies, 
The  bugles  sound   the  call;"- 

Southern   Wife:    By  Walker   Merriweather  Bell,   of  Kentucky. 
(Amaranth.) 

"A  price  is  on  my  darling's  head, 

Outlawed   and   hunted  down;" — 

Southern   Woman  s  Song:     (R.  R.  from  the  New  Orleans  Pic 
ayune.) 

"Stitch,    stitch,    stitch 

Little  needle  swiftly   fly,"— 

Southern  Women:    By  Jay  W.  Bee,  P.  A.  C.  S.,  Johnson's  Island, 
Ohio,  December,  1864.     (W.  L.) 

"God  bless  our  women,  brave  and  true! 

For  them  stern  death  we  Southrons  dare;" — 

Southern  Yankee  Doodle:     (Randolph.) 

"The  Yankee  bigots  say  they'll  tear 
Our  Southron  Flag  asunder," — 

Southern   Yankee  Doodle:    Air,   "Yankee  Doodle."     (R.   B.  B., 

107.) 

"The   gallant   Major   Anderson! 

A   lx)!d   ;iri(i   fe;irlrss 


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Southland:  The  Prize  Song.  Awarded  prize  in  prize  song  con 
test  conducted  in  1864  by  Mr.  W.  F.  Wisely  of  Mobile, 
Alabama.  (S.  B.  P.) 

"They  sing  of  the  East 
With  its  flowery  feast," — 

The  Southland  Fears  No  Foeman:  By  J.  W.  M.  Anniesdale,  near 
Murfreesboro,  North  Carolina.  (S.  L.  M.,  February,  1861.) 

"The  Southland  fears  no  foeman, 
Her  eagles  yet  are  free;" — 

The  Southron  Mother's  Charge:  By  Thomas  B.  Hood,  New  Or 
leans,  Louisiana.  (R.  R.) 

"You  go,  my  son,  to  the  battle  field — 
To  repel  the  invading  foe;" — 

Southrons  0!      (W.  L.) 

"By  the  cross  upon  our  banner, 
Glory  of  our  Southern  sky," — 

The  Southron's  War  Song:    By  J.  A.  Wagener  of  South  Carolina 
(E.  V.  M.  from  the  Charleston  Courier,  June  11,  1861.) 

"Arise!  Arise!  with  main  and  might, 
Sons  of  the  sunny  clime!" — 

Southron's  Watchword:  (In  Imitation  of  an  English  Song  of  the 
Crimean  War.)  By  M.  F.  Bigney,  1861.  (Fag.) 

"What  shall  the  Southron's  watchword  be, 
Fighting  for  us  on  land  and  sea?" — 

Southrons!  Yield  Not  to  Despair!  (Written  by  a  young  lady  of 
Baltimore,  immediately  after  a  late  reverse  of  our  cause.) 
(S.  L.  M.,  Feb.,  '64.) 

"Southrons!  yield  not  to  despair — 
Weep  not,  mothers,  wives  forlorn;" — 

The  South's  Appeal  to  Washington:     (C.  C.) 

"Say,  wouldst  thou  tamely  stand? 
Say,  wouldst  thou  see" — 

Spare  Us,  Good  Lord!      Written  while was  playing  "Lurlei." 

By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"By  thy  sad  Passion,  hear  us, 
Send  living  hope  to  cheer  us;" — 

Spirit  of  1861:    By  C.  S.  A.     (R.  B.  B.,  109.) 

"Arise  Confederates!  hear  your  country's  call! 
The  hour  is  come,  the  hour  to  do  or  die," — 

The  Spirit  of  '60:     (Bohemian  from  the  Columbus  Times.'} 

"Sons  of  the  South  arise, 
Your  insulted  country  cries," — 


164  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

The  Spirits  of  the  Fathers:    By  Henry  Lomas.     (R.  R.) 
"We  are  watching  that  land  when  Liberty  awoke, — 
Lake  beams  of  the  morning  through  darkness  it  broke," — 

Spring:    By  Henry  Timrod.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Spring  with  that  nameless  pathos  in  the  air — 
Which  dwells  with  all  things  fair," — 

Stack  Arms:  Written  in  the  prison  of  Fort  Delaware,  Delaware, 
on  hearing  of  the  surrender  of  General  Lee.  By  Jos.  Blyth 
Alston.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Stack  arms!'  I've  gladly  heard  the  cry 
When,  weary  with  the  dusty  tread," — 

Stand  By  Your  Flag:     (Randolph.) 

"Stand  by  your  flag,  ye  Southrons  brave, 
You  hold  it  as  fair  Freedom's  trust," — 

The  Standard  Bearer:    Respectfully  dedicated  to  Miss  Belle  B. 
Taylor  of  Richmond,  Virginia.     By  Major  J.  N.  P.     Music 
by  N.  S.  Coleman.     Published  by  Geo.  Dunn  &  Co.,  Rich 
mond,  Virginia.     (R.  B.  M.,  1864.) 
"A  shout,  a  shout  for  Victory! 

A  cheer  from  the  blood-red  field," — 

Star  of  the  South:    (S.  L.  M.,  April,  '61.) 

"Star  of  the  South!  Break  forth  on  the  nation! 
Break  forth  o'er  the  land,  beam  out  of  the  sea!" — 

Star  of  the  West:    (R.  R.) 

"I  wish  I  was  in  de  land  o'  cotton, 
Old  Times  dair  ain't  not  forgotten" — 

Star  of  the  West:  or  The  Reinforcement:  [By  C.  B.  Northrup.] 
(Outcast.) 

"Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 

Glory  be  to  the  God  of  right!"— 

Starry  Cross  of  the  Sunny  South:    A  vision.     (W.  L.) 

"The  great  Architect  now  erects  in  the  skies 

A  new  constellation  that  dazzles  our  eyes:" — 

The  Stars  and  Bars:     (Fag.) 

"Oh,  the  South  is  the  queen  of  all  nations, 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  true," — 

The  Stars  and  Bars:     (S.  B.  W.) 

"Young  stnirigi-r,  what  land  claims  thy  birth? 
For  thy  flag  is  hut  rn-w  to  the  sea," — 

The  Stars  and  Bars:     (R.  R.) 

"  'Tis  sixty-two! — and  sixty-one, 

With  the  old   Union,  now  is  gone," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  165 

The  Stars  and  Bars:  Air,  "Star  Spangled  Banner."  (R.  B.  B., 
110.) 

"Oh!  say  do  you  see  now  so  vauntingly  borne 

In  the  hands  of  the  Yankee,  the  Hessian,  and  Tory," — 

The  Stars  and  Bars:  By  A.  J.  Requier.  (Bohemian  from  the 
Sunday  Delta.) 

"Fling  wide  the  dauntless  banner — 
To  every  Southern  breeze," — 

The  Stars  and  The  Bars:     (Randolph.) 

"Above  us  our  banner  is  waving, 

The  hope  of  the  brave  and  the  free," — 

The  Star  Spangled  Banner:  Baltimore.  Published  by  Louis 
Bonsai.  (R.  B.  B.,  109.) 

"Oh  say  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light — 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  through  the  mists  of  the  deep," — 

The  Star  Spangled  Cross  and  the  Pure  Field  of  White:  Written 
and  composed  by  Subaltern.  Richmond,  Virginia.  Geo. 
Dunn  and  Co.,  Publishers.  (R.  B.  M.,  1864.) 

"The  Star  Spangled  Cross  and  the  pure  field  of  white 
Is  the  banner  we  give  to  the  breeze:" — 

The  State  and  the  Starling:    By  A.     (B.  C.  L.,  Ledger  1411.) 

"Starling!  starling!  airy  of  wing, 

Wherefore  a  lonely  prisoner  there." — 

Steady  and  Ready:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Steady,  when  fortune's  dark  shadows  surround  us, 
Calm,  when  the  winds  of  adversity  blow;" — 

Stonewall:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Weep  for  the  mighty  dead, 
The  nation's  joy  and  pride:" — 

The  Stonewall  Cemetery:  Lines  written  by  Mrs.  M.  B.  Clark  of 
North  Carolina  ("Tenella")  in  behalf  of  the  "Stonewall" 
Cemetery,  Winchester,  Virginia.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  storm  of  war  which  swept  our  country  wide, 
Like  snow-flakes,  scattered  graves  on  every  side," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:    Air,  "Star  Spangled  Banner."     (J.  M.  S.) 
"Oh,  say,  who  is  he,  through  the  wilderness  dark, 

With  his  warrior  legions  advancing  to  battle?" — 

Stonewall  Jackon:    Air,  The  "Coronack."     (Fag.) 
"Unmoved  in  the  battle, 
Whilst  friends  and  foes  swerved," — 


166  Thf  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Stonewall  Jackson:    By  H.  L.  Flash,  May  10,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Not  midst  the  lightning  of  the  stormy  fight, 
Not  in  the  rush  upon  the  vandal  foe" — 

Stoneivall  Jackson:  By  L.  H.  M.,  Huntsville,  Alabama,  May  18, 
1863.  (Im.) 

"He  sleeps  'neath  the  soil  that  the  hero  loved  well, 
In  the  land  of  his  birth,  his  own  sunny  South," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:  "Canada  pays  a  tribute  to  the  Lion  of  the 
Valley.  The  following  appeared  originally  in  the  Montreal 
Advertiser:'  (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table.  September  and  Oc 
tober,  '62.) 

"Not  in  the  dim  Cathedral, 
Filled  with  the  organ's  tones," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:  By  the  Kilkenny  Man  (Dublin  Nation). 
[Irish?]  (Amaranth.) 

"God  rest  you!  Stonewall  Jackson — 
Now  your  gallant  heart  is  still," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:  In  Memoriam:    May  20,  1863.     (W.  L.) 
"Oh!  weep,  our  gallant  chief's  among  the  dead! 
Cold  lies  the  sod  above  his  noble  head," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:  Mortally  Wounded — "The  Brigade  must  not 
know,  sir."  (W.  G.  S.) 

"Who've  ye  got  there?'     'Only  a  dying  brother, 
Hurt  at  the  front  just  now," — 

Stonewall  Jackson:      A  Dirge.      (W.  G.  S.) 
"Go  to  thy  rest,  great  chieftain! 

In  the  zenith  of  thy  fame," — 

Stonewall  Jackson  on  the  Eve  of  Battle:  By  Mrs.  Catherine  A. 
Warfield.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"In  the  camp  the  waning  watch-fire, 
Throws  a  dim  and  lurid  glare," — 

Stonewall  Jackson's  Grave:  By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston  of  Lexington, 
Virginia.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"A  simple  sodded  mound  of  earth, 
\\ith  not  a  line  above  it,"- 

"StonewaW  Jackson  s  Way:  By  John  Williamson  Palmer,  M.D. 
Oakland,  Md.,  September  17,  1862.  S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table, 
Feb., '63.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"Come,  stack  arms,  men!     Pile  on  the  rails; 
Stir  up  the  camp-fire  bright;" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  167 

Stonewall  Song:    Air,  "Wait  for  the  Wagon."     (Randolph.) 

"Come,  Louisiana  soldiers,  and  listen  to  my  Song 
And  if  you'll  just  be  patient,  I  won't  detain  you  long:" — 

StonewalFs  Sable  Seers:    By  Mrs.  C.  A.  Warfield.    Beechmore, 
Oldham  County,  Kentucky.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"  'I'll  tell  you  wat,  ole  Cato,' 

Quoth  Cuff  by  the  bright  camp-fire," — 

Story  of  the  Merrimac:  As  told  to  the  Watt's  Creek  Picket.  By 
Susan  Archer  Talley.  Fort  McHenry,  April,  1862.  (S.  L. 
M.,  Sept.  &  Oct.,  1862.) 

"Calm  was  the  earth  and  calm  the  air, 
And  calm  the  water's  flow," — 

The  Stranger's  Death:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"No  mother  bends  with  tender  care, 
To  kiss  his  burning  brow," — 

Strike  for  the  South:     (S.  B.  Liv.) 

"Strike  for  the  South!     let  her  name  ever  be 
The  boast  of  the  true  and  the  brave," — 

Stuart:  By  W.  Winston  Fontaine,  of  Virginia,  May,  1864.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

"Mourn,  mourn  along  thy  mountains  high! 
Mourn,  mourn  along  thine  ocean  wave!" 

Stuart:    By  Mrs.  Henry  J.  Vose.     (Fag.) 

"Oh!  mother  of  states  and  of  men, 

Bend  low  thy  queenly  head," — 

Stuart:  A  Ballad:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne.     (Amaranth  from  the 

Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"  'A  cup  of  your  poetent  'mountain  dew,' 
By  the  camp-fire's  ruddy  light" — 

The  Substitutes:  Dramatic  Dialogue.  By  Paul  H.  Hayne. 
(Sunny  from  the  Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"How  says't  thou?  die  tomorrow?  Oh  My  Friend! 
The  bitter,  bitter  doom!" — 

Sumter:  A  Ballad  of  1861:  By  E.  0.  Murden.  (Bohemian  from 
the  Charleston  Courier.) 

"  'Twas  on  the  twelfth  of  April, 

Before  the  break  of  day," — 

Sumter  In  Ruins:  By  W.  Gilmore  Simms:  (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Ye  batter  down  the  lion's  den, 

But  yet  the  lordly  beast  goes  free;" — 


168  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

A  Sunday  Reverie:    By  James  R.  Randall.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Beyond  my  dingy  window-pane, 
This  beaming  Sunday  morn," — 

Sunny  South:    (R.  B.  B.,  109.) 

"To  arms,  to  arms  i>nd  old  Abe  shall  see, 

That  we  have  a  Southern  Confederacy," — 

Surrender  of  the  A.  N.  Fa.,  April  10,  1865:     By  Florence  Ander 
son,  Kentucky.     (Amaranth.) 

"Have  we  wept  till  our  eyes  were  dim  with  tears, 
Have  we  borne  the  sorrows  of  four  long  years," — 

Sweethearts  and  the  War:     (R.  R.) 

"Oh,  dear!  it's  shameful,   I  declare, 
To  see  the  men  ah1  go," — 

The  Sword  of  Harry  Lee:    By  James  D.  McCabe,  Jr.     Vicksburg, 
Miss.     (P.  &.  P.  B.) 

"An  aged  man  all  bowed  with  years, 
Sits  by  his  hearthstone  old," — 

The  Sword  of  Robert  Lee:    Words  by  Moina  [Rev.  A.  J.  Ryan]. 
Music  by  Armand.     (C.  S.  B.) 

"Forth  from  its  scabbard,  pure  and  bright, 
Flashed  the  sword  of  Lee," — 

Taking  ofMunson's  Hill,  Virginia:     (B.  C.  L.,  Ledger  1411.) 

"One  morning,  just  before  the  break  of  day, 
A  Major  called  his  men  to  march  away,"- 

Tear  Down  That  Flag:    By  Theodore  H.  Hill.     (Bohemian.) 
"Tear  down  the  flag  of  constellated  stars! 
Blot  out  its  field  of  blue!"— 

Tell  the  Boys  the  War  is  Ended:    By  Emily  J.  Moore.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Tell  the  boys  the  war  is  ended," — 
These  were  all  the  words  he  said," — 

Tennessee!    Fire  Away:     (Md.  Hist.  B.) 
"Black  Republican  bandits 

Have  crossed  to  our  shore," — 

Tennessee!    Written  for  The  Avalanche.     (Im.) 
"Farewell,  oh   Union!  once   beloved 
So  tenderly  by  me;" — 

The  Tennessee  Exile's  Song:    By  P.  V.  P.     (S.  S.) 

"I  hear  the  rushing  of  her  strrams, 
The  murmuring  of  h«T  trees," — 

Tennessee's  Noble  Volunteers:     (Randolph.) 

"Brave  men!  thou'rt  going  forth  to  face 
A  bold  iinsulting  foe" — 


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Terry's  Texas  Rangers:  Air,  "When  the  Swallows  Homeward 
Fly."  By  Estelle.  (Alsb.) 

"Where  the  battles  fiercest  rage,  and  the  red  blood  thickest  lies, 
Where  the  gauntlet  and  the  gage  are  caught  up  'neath  burning  skies," — 

The  Texan  Marseillaise:  By  James  Haines,  of  Texas.  (W.  G. 
S.  from  the  Southern  Confederacy.) 

"Sons  of  the  South,  arouse  for  battle! 
Gird  on  your  armor  for  the  fight!" — 

Texas  and  Virginia:  Air,  "Annie  Laurie."  By  Capt.  P.  M. 
Salor.  (Alsb.) 

"The  Texas  boys  are  valiant,  their  courage  none  deny, 
And  for  their  country's  freedom  they  lay  them  down  and  die/' — 

Texas  Land!  Air,  "My  Maryland."  By  John  Shearn,  Esq.,  of 
Houston.  (Alsb.) 

"When  first  war's  clarions  sounded  loud, 
Texas  land,  Texas  land," — 

Texas  Marseillaise:    By  G.  B.  Milnor.     (Alsb.) 

"O  ye  sons  of  Freedom!  now  arise! 

'Tis  your  Country  that  calls  on  you" — 

The  Texas  Ranger:  Air,  "Dixie."  By  R.  R.  Carpenter,  Debray's 
Regiment.  (Alsb.) 

"Away  down  South,  where  the  Rio  Grande 
Rolls  its  tides  thro'  the  post-oak  sandy," — 

Texan  Rangers:  Published  by  M.  Morgan,  Galveston,  Texas. 
Confederate  States,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.,  112.) 

"They  come!  they  come!  see  their  bayonets  bright, 
They  sparkle  and  flash  across  hollow  and  height," — 

Texas  Rangers  at  the  Battle  of  Chickamauga — the  Stream  of  Death: 
Dedicated  to  Capt.  Dave  Terry,  of  General  Wharton's  staff. 
Air,  "American  Star."  (Alsb.) 

"Stand  firm,  Texas  Rangers!  the  foe  is  advancing, 
We'll  drive  back  the  ruffians,  or  die  on  the  field" — 

Texas  Sentinel  in  Virginia:    By  G.  B.  Milnor.     (Alsb.) 

"Luna  shone  in  royal  splendor, 
Effulgent  o'er  the  Texian  tent" — 

The  Texas  Soldier  Boy:  By  a  lad  fifteen  years  old,  of  the  Arizona 
Brigade.  (Alsb.) 

"Come  all  you  Texas  soldiers,  wherever  you  may  be, 
I'll  tell  you  of  some  trouble  that  happened  unto  me" — 


170  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Texian  Appeal:  Air,  "Bonnie  Blue  Flag."  By  Col.  Washing 
ton  Hamilton.  Cold  Springs,  Polk  Co.,  Texas.  (Alsb.) 

"Dissevered  from  her  sister  states,  begirt  by  foes  around, 
And  with  her  best  and  bravest  bands  afar  on  kindred  ground," — 

Texians,  To  Your  Banner  Fly:    Air,  "Scotts  wha'  hae."     By  S. 
P.  R.  of  Galveston,  Texas.     August  4,  1863.     (Alsb.) 
"Texians,  to  your  banner  fly, 
Texians,  now  your  valor  try," — 

Thanksgiving  for  Victory:    Air,  "The  Watcher."     By  Kentucky. 

(S.  O.  S.) 

"Let  the  church  bells  anthems  peal, 
Glad  but  low;"- 

That  Bugler:  Or  the  Upidee  Song:  As  sung  by  the  Washington 
Artillery,  New  Orleans,  1862.  By  Sergeant  A.  G.  Knight, 
2nd  Co.,  Bat.,  Washington  Artillery,  New  Orleans.  (Alsb.) 

"The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast,  tra-la-la-tra-la-la, 

The  bugler  blew  that  well  known  blast,  tra-la-la-tra-la-la," — 

Them  Saucy  Masked  Batteries:  Air,  "Bobin  Around."  (R.  B. 
B.,  112.) 

"The  Yankee  soldiers  went  down  south, 
Bobbin     around," — 

Then  and  Now:  Written  on  returning  to  my  home  which  had 
been  burned  and  desolated  by  Sherman's  army.  By  J.  C. 
J.  (W.  L.) 

"I  saw  a  scene  at  sunrise, 
A  year  or  two  ago," — 

There  is  Life  in  Old  Maryland  Yet:  By  Cola.  Baltimore,  March 
25,  1862.  (B.  B.  B.  75.) 

"Again  a  smothered  voice  speaks  out, 
In  accents  bold  and  strong,"- 

There  is  No  Peace:    By  G.  B.  S.     Cottage  Home,  1865.     (W.  L.) 

"They  tell  us  that  glad  Peace  once  more  has  smiled, 
Upon  this  land  from  out  the  SUIIIMHT  sky;" — 

There  is  Nothing  Going  Wrong:  Dedicated  to  Old  Abe.  By  A. 
M.  W.  New  Orleans,  March  4,  1861.  (R.  R.) 

"There's  a  general  alarm, 
Th«'  South's  begun  to  arm" — 

There  s  Life  in  the  Old  Land  Yet:  By  J.  B.  Baltimore,  March 
25,  1862.  (R.  B.  B.,  77^.) 

"There's  life  in  the  land  that  gave  Carroll  his  birth, 
Its  presence  is  felt  throughout  the  wise  earth" — 


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There's  Life  in  the  Old  Land  Yet:    By  Frank  Key  Howard.     (S.  S.) 

"Through  the  soil  of  old  Maryland  echoes  the  tread 
Of  an  insolent  soldiery  now" — 

There's  Life  in  the  Old  Land  Yet:  Words  by  James  R.  Randall. 
(Music  by  Edward  0.  Eaton.)  (C.  S.  B.  from  the  New 
Orleans  Delta,  September  1,  1861.) 

"By  blue  Patapsco's  billowy  dash 

The  tyrant's  war-shout  comes," — 

There  s  Nobody  Hurt:     (R.  B.  B.,  111.) 

"There  lives  a  man  in  Washington, 
A  narrow-minded  squirt," — 

They  Are  Not  Dead:    By  Fanny  Downing.     1865.     (C.  C.) 

"They  are  not  dead!     they  do  but  keep 
That  vigil,  which  shall  never  know," — 

They  Cry  Peace,  Peace,  When  There  is  No  Peace:  By  Mrs.  Alethea 
S.  Burroughs,  of  Georgia.  (W.  G.  S.  from  a  Charleston 
Broadside.) 

"They  are  ringing  peace  on  my  heavy  ear — 
No  peace  to  my  heavy  heart!" — 

Thinking  of  the  Soldiers:  November  24,  1861.  (R.  R.  from  the 
Richmond  Dispatch.) 

"We  were  sitting  around  the  table 
Just  a  night  or  two  ago" — 

The  Thirty-Seventh  Congress:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Now,  isn't  this  Congress  of  ours  something  rare? 
It  wants  to  see  how  much  poor  fools  can  bear" — 

Thou  and  I:    By  Fanny  Downing.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Dewy  night  has  fallen,  love! 
All  around  lies  hushed  in  sleep" — 

Thou  Art  Dead,  My  Mother!  By  Gen.  M.  Jefferson  Thompson. 
(Sunny.) 

"I've  stood  'mid  many  a  battle  blast, 
And  braved  the  shock  of  charging  horse," — 

Three  Cheers  for  Our  Jack  Morgan:    By  Eugene  Raymond.     (J. 

M.S.) 

"The  snow  is  in  the  cloud, 
And  night  is  gathering  o'er  us" — 

The  Times:  Inscribed  to  all  "God's  Freemen."  By  Kate. 
Fairfax  Court  House,  Va.  (R.  R.) 

"Come,  list  to  my  song, 
It  will  not  be  long," — 


172  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

JTis  Midnight  in  the  Southern  Sky:  By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Young. 
(Abb.) 

"   Tis  midnight  in  the  Southern  sky — 
See  the  stary  cross  decline!" — 

To  A  Company  of  Volunteers — Receiving  Their  Banner  at  the  Hands 
of  the  Ladies:    By  Cora.     (S.  L.  M.,  July,  1861.) 
"Soldiers,  hail,  ye  gallant  band, 
Marshalled  at  your  Country's  call," — 

To  a  Dear  Comforter:    By  B.  H.  Jones.     (Sunny.) 
"Musing  o'er  my  gloomy  fortune — 
Thinking  of  a  world  so  drear" — 

To  A  Mocking  Bird:  On  being  waked  by  its  song,  near  the  camp, 
in  the  dusk  of  morning.  By  E.  F.  W.  (Amaranth,  from 
the  Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Sweet  bird  that  thrill'st  with  early  note 

The  hedge-row  charred  and  sere," — 

The  Toast  of  Morgans  Men:  By  Capt.  Thorpe,  of  Kentucky. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"Unclaimed  in  the  land  that  bore  us, 
Lost  in  the  land  we  find," — 

A   Toast  to  Virginia:    Tune:  "Red,  White  and  Blue."     (R.  B. 

B.,  113.) 

"A.  toast  to  Virginia,  God  bless  her! 
The  Mother  of  heroes  and  states!" — 

To  Brother  Jonathan,  on  the  Dictatorship  of  Abe  Lincoln:    By  J. 

I.  R.,  of  Richmond.     (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  April,  '63.) 
"Oh,  Jonathan!  you  little  thought,  when  all  your  hills,  and  vales 
Rang  with  the  cheers  for   'Honest  Abe,'   the  splitter  of  the  rails,"— 

To  Colonel  John  H.  Morgan,  2d  Regiment,  Kentucky  Cavalry:  By 
Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Our  hero-chief,  Kentucky's  pride, 
To  whom  she  gladly  doth  confide" — 

To  Exchange-Commissioner  Quid:  By  Major  George  McKnight. 
("Asa  Hartz.")  (Sunny.) 

"Dear  Uncle  Bob:  I  fear  your  head 
Has  gone  a-thinking  I  am  dead;" — 

To  General  Beauregard:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  O.  S.) 

"Rouse  thee  my  sad  hero!  rouse  thee  now  to  the  fray! 
In  the  Yankee  ranks  scatter  wild  fear  and  dismay"— 


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To  General  Winfield  Scott:  By  William  H.  Holcombe,  Water 
proof,  Louisiana,  August,  1861.  (S.  L.  M.,  Sept.  '61.) 

"Old  Man!  I  pity  thee;  but  not  because, 
Too  shallow  for  deep  thought  and  falsely  great," — 

To  Go  or  Not  to  Go:    By  Exempt.     (Hubner.) 

"To  go  or  not  to  go!  that  is  the  question, 
Whether  it  pays  best  to  suffer  pestering" — 

To  Him:  Who  was  our  President,  and  who  is  and  ever  will  be  our 
honored  and  beloved.  By  Fanny  Downing.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"From  out  your  prison  by  the  sea, 
Your  thoughts  at  least  may  wander  free," — 

To  Johnston's  Name:  In  Memory  of  General  A.  S.  Johnston. 
Air,  "Roy's  Wife  of  Aldavallach."  By  Judge  Tod  Robin 
son,  of  California.  (Alsb.) 

"We'll  stop  the  flow  of  festive  mirth — 
From  social  joys  a  moment  borrow" — 

To  Kentuckians:  On  the  Dispersion  of  the  Convention  at  Frank 
fort,  by  Col.  Gilbert.  (W.  L.) 

"If  in  your  'ashes  live  their  unwonted  fires,' 
If  ye  are  sons  of  your  heroic  sires" — 

To  Kentucky:  By  an  advocate  of  State's  Rights.  By  Kentucky. 
(S.  O.  S.) 

"I  lay  my  hand  upon  thy  breast, 

They  who  strike  thee  must  pierce  me  first" — 

Toll  and  Peal:  To  the  Memory  of  Charles  D.  Dreux:  By  Mrs. 
Marie  B.  Williams.  (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"Toll    for    the   warrior!    toll! 

A  requiem  sad,  yet  high" — 

To  Madame  Therese  Pulsky:  Who  with  her  husband,  followed 
General  Kossuth  in  his  Exile.  By  Kentucky.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"I'm  gazing  on  the  pleasant  face, 
And  thinking  of  the  time," — 

To  Maryland — Friends  are  Nigh:  By  William  Gilmore  Simms. 
(Bohemian.) 

"Friends  are  nigh;  despair  not, 

Though  fast  in  the  despot's  chain!" — 

To  Miss  ,  of  Virginia:    By  Stella.     Alabama,  August  1, 

1866.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Hail  gentle  patron  of  our  stricken  land! 

Thrice  welcome  to  our  ever  grateful  shore;" — 


174  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

To  Miss  C.  P.  B.  of  Athens,  Tennessee:    By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones. 
Johnson's  Island,  July,  1865.     (Sunny.) 

"Musing  lonely,  sadly  musing, 
Is  my  Island  prison  drear," — 

To  Miss  K.  A.  S.  of  Alexandria,  Virginia:    By  Col.  B.  H.  Jones. 
(Sunny.) 

"Maiden,  through  death's  gloomy  portal, 
In  the  far  cerulean  blue," — 

To  Mr.  Lincoln:     (Randolph.) 

"Old  honest  Abe,  you  are  a  babe, 
In    military   glory;" — 

To  Mr.  Vallandigham:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"O  Chatham  of  our  day,  to  thee  I  turn 
While  my  sick  heart  with  freshened  strength  doth  burn," — 

To  Mrs.  Rosanna  Oslerman:    By  Col.  A.  M.  Hobby.     (Alsb.) 
"Amidst  the  deep  corruption  of  the  age, 
Where  Vice  and  Folly  universal  rage," — 

To  My  Soldier  Brother:    By  Sallie  E.  Ballard  of  Texas.     (W.  G. 
S.) 

"When  softly  gathering  shades  of  ev'n, 
Creep  o'er  the  prairies  broad  and  green," — 

To  My  Soldier:  May  God  Love  Thee,  My  Beloved,  May  God  Love 
Thee!    (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table.    April,  '63.) 
"Warm  from  my  bosom  I  send  you  this, 
Deep  in  my  heart  these  thoughts  were  nursed," — 

To  My  Sons  in  Virginia:     (Randolph.) 

"My  children,  I  have  sent  ye  forth 
To  battle  for  the  right"— 

To  Oar  Dead  of  New  Hope:    Corporal  W.  H.  Brunei  and  Private 
R.  A.  Beidgens.     By  F.  B.     Kennesaw  Ridge,  June  16,  1864. 

(W.  F.) 

"Thry  sleep  the  deep  sleep  'neath  the  sanctified  sod, 
Made  holy  by  patriot  gore;" — 

Too  Young  to  Die:    By  John  B.  Smith,  Nashville,  Tennessee, 
December,  '64.     (E.  V.  M.,  '69.) 

"On  the  hard  fought  field  where  the  battle  storm 
Had  echoed  its  sullen  thunder," — 

The  Tories  of  Virginia:     (R.  R.  from  the  Richmond  Examiner.) 

"In   tin-  ;ikre^  ur<»u»    l>y,  when  Virginia  arose 
Her  honor  and  truth  to  maintain," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  175 

To  Sauerwein:  Air,  "My  Maryland."  By  a  Member  of  the 
Baltimore  Corn  Exchange.  Baltimore,  June,  1862.  (R. 

B.  B.,  86.) 

"The  Union  men  have  left  the  flour 

Sauerwein!     Poor  'Sour  Wine'  " — 

To  the  Baltimore  Poet— Thomas  H.  M-rr-s:  Author  of  "How 
They  Act  in  Baltimore.  By  Mephisopheles  K.  G.  S. 
Baltimore,  June  10,  1862.  (R.  B.  B.,  86.) 

"So  Tom  has  turned  a  poet,  what  a  dear 
Dull,  stupid  trait'rous  ass'  " — 

To  the  Beloved  Memory  of  Major-General  Tom  Green:  By  Captain 
Edwin  Hobby.  Galveston,  May  28,  1864.  (Alsb.) 

"In  the  land  of  the  orange  groves,  sunshine  and  flowers, 
Is  heard  the  funereal  tread," — 

To  the  Confederate  Dead:  By  Col.  W.  W.  Fontaine.  Johnson's 
Island,  June,  1863.  (Sunny.) 

"Comrades,  sleep  your  sleep  of  glory, 
In  your  narrow  soldier  graves," — 

To  the  Confederate  Flag  Over  Our  State  House:  Air,  "Oh,  saw  ye 
the  lass?"  By  Kentucky.  September  6,  1862.  (S.  0.  S.) 

"Float  proudly  o'er  Frankfort,  thou  flag  of  my  heart! 
The  dread  of  oppressors  and  hirelings  thou  art," — 

To  the  Congress  of  the  C.  S.  A.:    With  the  design  of  a  Flag.     [By 

C.  B.  Northrup].     (Outcast.) 

"Dishonor  not  our  great  and  ancient  flag, 

That  banner  which,  through  fields  of  blood," — 

To  the  Davis  Guards:    By  Lt.  W.  P.  Cunningham.     (Alsb.) 

"Soldiers!  raise  your  banner  proudly, 
Let  it  pierce  our  Texan  sky" — 

To  the  Front:    By  James  Barron  Hope.     (Bohemian.) 
"Hark!  now  I  hear  the  distant  fire, 

Our  pickets  on  the  line  return" — 

To  the  Governor  of  Ohio:  Dedicated  to  Lieut.  T.  Bullitt,  2d 
Reg.,  Ky.  Cavalry.  By  Kentucky.  (S.  O.  S.) 

"Put  them  in  a  convict's  cell! 

That's  the  worst  that  you  can  do!" — 

To  the  Ladies  of  Baltimore:  By  Mrs.  Bettie  C.  Locke.  Shenan- 
doah  Valley,  May,  1866.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"For  those  so  fair  and  kind  and  true,  who  felt  for  others  grief, 
We  of  the  South  would  now  entwine  fame's  bright  undying  wreath!" — 


176  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

To  the  Ladies  of  Virginia:    By  Col.  W.  W.  Fontaine.     (Sunny.) 

"Mothers,  wives  and  maidens  fair! 
Mournful,  with  disheveled  hair," — 

To  the  Maryland  Sons  of  Revolutionary  Sires!      Dedicated  to  Miss 
M.  H.    Air,  "Auld  Land  Syne."     (R.  B.  B.,  77.) 
"Ye  sons  of  Sires,  of  manly  deeds,  who  died  for  love  of  right, 
Again  the  despot  spoils  your  lands  and  justice  bids  you  fight" — 

To  the  Memory  of  Col.  Thos.  S.  Lubbock:     Dedicated  to  Gov.  E. 

F.  R.  Lubbock.    By  Col.  Alfred  M.  Hobby.     (Alsb.) 
"Drape  in  gloom  our  Southern  Ensign!     Gently  fold  its  crimson  bars, 
While  cypress  wreaths  around  it  twine,  and  dim  with  tears  its  buring  stars" — 

To  the  Memory  of  General  Thomas  S.  Jackson:    By  K.,  White's 
Battalion,  May  17,  1863.     (Private  Mss.) 
"Give  me  the  death  of  those 
Who  for  their  country  die" — 

To  the  Memory  of  Jackson  of  Alexandria,  Virginia:  Air,  "Scots 
wha'  hae  wi  Wallace  bled."  By  Andrew  Devilbiss.  (Wash'n 
91.) 

"Here's  to  Jackson  brave  and  true, 
Whom  the  base  invaders  slew," — 

To  the  Parents  of  the  Youthful  Patriot,  Melzar  G.  Fiske,  who  fell 
mortally  wounded  at  the  battle  of  Malvern  Hill,  near  Rich 
mond,  July  1,  1862.     By  their  friend  and  Pastor,  Rev.  I.  W. 
K.  Handy,  D.  D.     (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  March,  '63.) 
"Father!  Mother!  dry  your  tears; 
Cease  your  noble  boy  to  mourn," — 

To  The  Rappahannock:  By  James  D.  Blackwell.  (E.  V.  M., 
'69.) 

"Flow  on,  thou  bright  river,  flow  on  to  the  deep, 
And  soothe  with  thy  murmurs  the  dead  in  their  sleep" — 

To  The  Sons  of  the  Sunny  South:  Written  by  a  lad  only  twelve 
or  thirteen  years  old.  March  20,  1862.  (S.  L.  M.,  Ed. 
Table,  April,  '62.) 

"O  that  I  were  a  man,  that  I  could  grasp  the  sword, 
By  love  of  country  and  high  hopes  of  victory  lured," — 

To  the  Southern  Cross:  By  Henry  C.  Alexander.  (S.  L.  M., 
August,  '63.) 

"Celestial  cross,  that  with  such  steady  gaze, 

Dost  beam  upon  the  tossing  Southern  main," — 


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To  the  Victor  Belong  the  Spoils:  Suggested  by  the  edifying  spec 
tacle  of  an  officer  exhibiting  publicly  on  the  cars,  to  his  de 
lighted  wife,  a  carpet-sack  filled  with  silver  plate  robbed  from 
Southern  homes,  and  marked  with  the  owner's  names.  By 
Walker  Meriweather  Bell.  (W.  L.) 

"Oh,  twine  me  a  garland  of  laurel,  my  love! 
To  rest  and  recruit  from  my  wounds." 

The  Tree,  The  Serpent  and  The  Star:  By  A.  P.  Gray,  of  South 
Carolina.  (W.  G.  S.) 

"From  the  silver  sands  of  a  gleaming  shore, 
Where  the  wild  sea-waves  were  breaking" — 

The  Trees  of  the  South:    By  Rev.  A.  J.  Ryan.     (Amaranth) : 

"Old  trees,  old  trees,  in  your  mystic  gloom, 
There  is  many  a  warrior  laid," — 

Tribute  to  the  Ladies  of  New  Orleans:  By  F.  B.  Dalton,  Georgia, 
March  25,  1864.  (W.  F.) 

"There  was  a  city  fabulously  grand; 
The  riches  of  the  world  were  in  her  hand," — 

The  Triple-Barred  Banner:    By  Col.  W.  S.  Hawkins.     (Sunny.) 
"Oh,  Triple-Barred  Banner!  the  badge  of  the  free! 
What  coward  would  falter  in  duty  to  thee" — 

The  Trooper  to  His  Steed:  By  Susan  Archer  Talley  of  Virginia. 
(Amaranth,  from  the  Southern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Away  !  my  steed  in  thy  joyous  pride, 
With  thy  flashing  eye,  and  thy  bounding  stride!" — 

True-Heart  Southrons:  Air,  "Blue  Bonnets  over  the  Border." 
(R.  R.) 

"For  trumpet  and  drum,  have  the  soft  voice  of  maiden; 
For  the  trumpet  of  armed  men,  have  the  maze  of  the  dance;" — 

True  Irish  Valor:  By  Miss  Mollie  E.  Moore.  Sabine  Pass, 
Texas,  September  8,  1863.  (Alsb.) 

"Thank  God!  there's  one  chord  in  all  men's  hearts 
That  is  tuned  alike,  the  one" — 

True  Southern  Hearts:  By  E.  S.,  Baltimore  County,  August  19. 
(R.  B.  B.,  113.) 

"It  is  evening  of  a  sultry  day, 
And  my  darlings  two,  on  the  steps  at  play" — 

True  to  His  Name:    (R.  R.,  from  the  New  Orleans  True  Delta.) 

"In  ancient  days,  Jehovah  said, 

In  voice  both  sweet  and  calm," — 


178  Ttie  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

True  to  the  Gray:    By  Pearl  Rivers.    A.  D.,  1865.     (C.  C.) 

"I  cannot  listen  to  your  words, 
The  land  is  long  and  wide" — 

True  to  the  Last:    By  Col.  W.  S.  Hawkins.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"The  bugles  blow  the  battle-call, 
And  through  the  camp  each  stalwart  band," — 

A  Truth  Spoken  in  Jest:     Inscribed  to  Private  -    ,  2d  Ky. 

Cav.,  who  was  wounded  in  a  fight  at  Paris,  Kentucky.     Air, 
"Old  Rosin  the  bow."     By  Kentucky,  July  31.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"The  tune  was,  I  said,  'I  won't  marry,' 
But  oh!  how  could  I  then  have  e'er  thought" — 

The  Turtle:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"Caesar,  afloat  with  his  fortunes! 
And  all  the  world  agog! — " 

The  Twelfth  Star:    Kentucky  seceded  in  convention  assembled  at 
Mayfield.    By  Kentucky,  October,  1861.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Kentucky's  the  twelfth  Star.     Now  she  is  great, 
Greatest  in  her  forgetfulness  of  self;" — 

A  Twilight  Prayer:     Written  in  the  dark,  Whitsunday  morning, 
after  Beast  Butler's  infamously  famous  order  had  been  pro 
mulgated  in  New  Orleans.     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"God  of  Battles,  hear  and  save  us, 
From  the  foes  who  would  enslave  us! 

The  Two  Armies:    By  Henry  Timrod.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  South 
ern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Two  armies  stand  enrolled  beneath, 

The  banner  with  the  starry  wreath" — 

Two  Years  Ago:    By  a  drafted  Wide-Awake.     (R.  B.  B.,  113.) 

"I  was  a  glorious  Wide-Awake, 
All  marching  in  a  row;" — 

The  Tyrant's  Cap:     (R.  B.  B.,  71.) 

"The  galling  chain  has  fettered  now, 
Our  free  and  noble  state:" — 

Uncle  Abe,  or  a  Hit  at  the  Times:    Air,  "Villikins  and  His  Dinah." 
1861.     (R.  B.  B.,  71.) 

"In  the  town  of  Chicago  as  you  know  very  well, 

Lived  a  man  who  aspired  in  the  White  House  to  dwell" — 

Uncle  Jerry:    By  William  H.  Holcombe,  M.D.     (Bohemian.) 

"Why  Jerry,  what  means  all  this  sadness  arid  fear? 
Here's  your  bitter  man!  why  do  you  cry?" — 


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Uncle  Sam:    Air,  "Nelly  Ely."     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Uncle  Sam!  Uncle  Sam!  De  way  you  take  is  wrong; 
You'll  neber  bring  us  back  agin  by  cruel  war  and  long" — 

Uncle  Snow:    (R.  B.  B.,  113.) 

"Oh,  my  name  is  Uncle  Snow,  and  I'd  have  you  all  to  know, 
I'm  an  artist  wid  de  brush  by  profession;" — 

The  Unforgotten:  By  W.  Winston  Fontaine,  Virginia.  (Amar 
anth  from  the  Richmond  Inquirer.) 

"When  golden  lines  of  evening  light 
Along  the  tops  of  mountains  rest;" — 

Uniform  of  Gray:    By  Evan  Elbert.     (S.  B.  P.) 

"The  Briton  boasts  his  coat  of  red, 
With  lace  and  spangles  decked" — 

The  United  States  Eagle:    By  Kentucky,  April  29.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Straws  show  the  way  the  wind  blows, 
And  I've  often  thought  an  emblem  grows:" — 

The  Unknown  Confederate  Soldier:     (C.  C.) 

"In  a  little  lonely  hillock 
Where  the  South  wind  softly  sighs" — 

The  Unknown  Dead:  To  Maj.  David  Bridgford,  C.  S.  A.,  as  sung 
by  Miss  Ella  Wren:  Written  and  composed  by  John  H. 
Hewitt.  Savannah,  Ga.  John  C.  Schreiner  &  Son.  (R.  B. 
M.,  1863.) 

"Where  the  mountain  ash  nods  to  the  tempest's  wild  howling, 
Where  the  echo  shrinks  in  the  wall  dark  and  deep" — 

The  Unknown  Dead:     By  Henry  Timrod.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"The  rain  is  splashing  on  my  sill, 

But  all  the  winds  of  Heaven  are  still," — 

An  Unknown  Hero:  By  Wm.  Gordon  McCabe,  Camp  near  Rich 
mond,  1862.  (Amaranth,  from  the  Southern  Illustrated 
News.) 

"Sweet  Malvern  Hill  is  wreathed  in  flame, 
From  serried  ranks  the  steel  is  gleaming" — 

The  Unreturning:     (S.  S.) 

"The  swallow  leaves  the  ancient  eaves, 
As  in  the  days  agone;" — 

Uprise,  Ye  Braves!  By  G.  H.  M.,  of  the  Washington  Artillery. 
S.  L.  M.,  November  and  December,  1863.  (Bohemian,  from 
the  Richmond  Despatch.) 

"Uprise,  ye  braves  of  Southern  birth! 
Uplift  your  flag  on  high," — 


180  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Up!     Up!    Set  the  Stars  of  our  Banner:    Respectfully  Dedicated 
to  the  Soldiers  of  the  South:    By  M.  F.  Bigney.     (R.  R.) 
"Up,  up,  let  the  stars  of  our  banner, 

Flash  out  like  the  brilliants  above," — 

Up  With  the  Flag:  Composed  and  respectfully  dedicated  to  the 
4th  N.  C.  Troops.  By  Dr.  Wm.  B.  Harrell.  Arranged 
for  pianoforte  by  Mrs.  Harrell.  Richraond,Virginia.  George 
Dunn  and  Co.  (R.  B.  M.,  1863.) 

"Oh  come  boys,  come  with  a  merry  heart  and  will;  up  with  the  flag,  up  with 

the  flag 
And  bear  it  onward  to  victory  still,  up  with  the  flag  and  away'* — 

Valentine:    By  F.  B.      Macon,  February  14,  1865.     (W.  F.) 
"Love  dwells  within  your  sunny  smiles, 
And  heaven  in  your  heart"- 

The  Valiant  Conscript:     (Lee.) 

"How  are  you,  boys,  I'm  just  from  camp, 
And  feel  as  brave  as  Caesar;" — 

The  Valley  of  the  Shenandoah:  By  a  soldier  of  the  Army  of  North 
ern  Virginia.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"The  peace  of  the  valley  is  fled, 

The  calm  of  its  once  happy  bowers" — 

Vanguard  of  our  Liberty.  Air,  "Boy's  Wife."  By  Kentucky. 
(S.  0.  S.) 

"The  Yanks  were  sure  that  we  were  theirs, 
Submissive  prey  of  the  Northern  bears," — 

The  Vanquished  Patriot's  Prayer:     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Ruler  of  nations!  bow  thy  ear, 
I  cannot  understand" — 

Vengeance  Is  Mine:  Saith  the  Lord,  "I  will  repay."  By  Walk 
er  Meriweather  Bell.  (Amaranth.) 

"It  is  not  always  dark! 
When  night's  black  shades  are  round  us  chill" — 

The  Very  Latest  From  Butler:     (R.  B.  B.,  llj^.) 

"Some  generals  love  the  battle's  roar, 
And  laurels  red  and  gory;" — 

Vicksburg— A  Ballad:    By  Paul  H.  Hayne,  Columbia,  South  Car 
olina,  August  6, 1862.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"For  sixty  days  and  upwards 
A  storm  of  shell  and  shot" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  181 

Victory:    Written  on  hearing  of  the  victory  of  Gen.  Morgan  at 
Hartsville ,  Tenn.     By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Oh,  how  I  thrill  in  ev'ry  nerve! 

I,  who  for  tyrants  never  swerve" — 

The  Victory  of  Truth:    A  Story  of  the  Olden  Time.    By  Col.  W. 
S.  Hawkins.     (Sunny.) 

"At  the  trumpet's  blast  the  gates  flew  open  wide, 
And  thousands  packed  the  court" — 

Vidi  Ami  Plorare:    By  Lieut.  J.  E.  Dooles.     (Sunny.) 

"Methinks  I  see  him  even  now, — 
His  smiling  lips  and  soft  blue  eyes;" — 

Violets  in  Lent:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Light  is  breaking  from  the  clouds, 
Wintry  snow  no  more  enshroud" — 

Virginia:     (R.  B.  B.,  113.) 

"Three  cheers  for  Virginia,  the  home  of  the  free, 

The  birthplace  of  Washington,  the  land  of  liberty" — 

Virginia:    By  Catherine  M.  Warfield.     (W.  G.  S.) 

"Glorious  Virginia!  Freedom  sprang, 
Light  to  her  feet  at  thy  trumpets'  clang:" — 

Virginia:  A  Sonnet:    By  Mrs.  M.  J.  Preston.     (Beechenbrook.) 

"Grandly  thou  fillest  the  world's  eye  today, 
My  proud  Virginia.     When  the  gage  was  thrown" — 

Virginia:    By  a  Virginia  Woman.     (W.  L.) 

"The  mother  of  States!     In  song  and  in  story, 
Virginia's  the  proudest  name  ever  enrolled" — 

Virginia:    A  Battle  Song.     Dedicated  to  the  Virginia  Volunteers. 
By  Mrs.  C.  J.  M.  Jordan.     (Bohemian.) 

"The  cloud  is  dark, — the  storm  is  nigh, 
The  foeman's  step  advances," — 

Virginia  and  Her  Defenders:    Air,  "Carolina,  Carolina."     (Cav.) 

"Virginia,  Virginia!  your  children  of  glory, 
Are  wedded  forever  to  historic  story" — 

The  Virginia  and  The  Blockaders:    By  W.  S.  Forrest.     (S.  L. 
M.,  June  '63.) 

"The  sun  looked  forth  in  glory; 
A  day  of  joy  it  seemed;" — 

Virginia  Capta:    By  Mrs.  Margaret  J.  Preston,  April  9,  1866. 

(E.  V.  M.) 

"Unconquered  captive,  close  thine  eye, 
And  draw  the  ashen  sackcloth  o'er," — 


182  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Virginia  Desolate:     By  Col.  W.  Winston  Fontaine,  of  Virginia. 
(Sunny.) 

"O  Virginia,  fair  Virginia,  queen  of  all  our  sunny  land, 
Of  the  warlike  Southern  sisters,  thou  the  chosen  of  the  band" — 

Virginia,  1861:     (W.  L.) 

"Land  of  my  birth!  my  love,  my  pride,  all  honor  to  thy  name, 

Thy  children  have  no  cause  to  blush,  though  jealous  of  thy  fame!" — 

Virginia  Fail:     By  John  R.  Thompson.     (Amaranth.) 
"Consummatum — the  work  of  destruction  is  done, 
The  race  of  the  first  of  the  States  has  been  run" — 

Virginia  in  1863:  A  Dialogue:     (C.  C.) 

"Child— 'See  that  blue  line,  Mother, 
Coming  'round  the  hill'  ' 

The  Virginia  Ladies:    A  tribute  to  Miss  Mary  Batte,  Assistant 
Linen  Matron,  Poplar  Lawn  Hospital,  Georgia,  A.  D.  1863. 

(C.  C.) 

"Go  thou  and  search  the  archives, 
Of  all  recorded  time" — 

Virginia— Late   But   Sure:    By    William    H.    Holcombe,    M.D. 
(S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table,  May  '61.) 

"The  foe  has  hemmed  us  round,  we  stand  at  bay, 
Here  will  we  perish  or  be  free  today !"- 

Virginia  to  the  Rescue:    By  Virginia.     (Bohemian  from  the  Rich 
mond  Dispatch.) 

'  'Virginia  to  the  rescue!'  'tis  her  children's  battle  cry, 
Whose  name  is  it  they  join  with  hers,  and  what  echoes  fill  the  sky?" — 

Virginian  Marseillaise:    With  French  and  English  Versions.     Ar 
ranged  for  pianoforte  by  F.  W.  Rosier.      (R.  B.  M.) 

"Virginia  hears  the  dreadful  summons, 
Sounding  hoarsely  from  afar"- 

The  Virginians  of  the  Shenandoah  Valley:     "Sic  Jurat."     By  Frank 
0.  Ticknor,  M.D.    Torch  Hall,  Georgia.     (W.  G.  S.) 
"The  knightliest  of  the  knightly  race, 
\\  ltd,  since  the  days  of  old,"- 

Virginia's  Dead:    (E.  V.  M.) 

Trond  Mother  of  a  race  that  reared — 
The  brave  and  good  of  our^.' 

Virginia's  Jewels:    By  Miss  Rebecca  Powell  of  Virginia.     (E. 
V.  M.) 

'These  are  my  jewels,'  said  a  Roman  dame, 
Long  years  ago. — Virginia  says  the  same," — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  183 

The  Virginia's  Knocking  Around:  By  M.,  Baltimore,  March  30, 
1863.  (Md.  Hist.  B.) 

"  'Twas  on  a  windy  night  in  March, 
In  a  chamber  lone  at  Washington" — 

Virginia's  Message  to  the  Southern  States:     (R.  R.) 

"You  dared  not  think  I'd  never  come, 
You  could  not  doubt  your  Mother;" — 

Virginia's  Rallying  Call:    By  Louise  Elemjay.     (Bohemian.) 

"Come,  to  my  side,  my  gallant  children  come, 
Heard  ye  that  edict  of  yon  caitiff  scum:" — 

Virginia's  Tribute  to  Her  Daughters:  By  Cora.  Janaury,  1863. 
(S.  L.  M.,  March,  '63.) 

"Ye  daughters  of  Virginia  a  joyous  anthem  raise, 
Your  Mother  State  doth  honor  you  with  richest  meed  of  praise," — 

A  Voice  from  the  Old  Maryland  Line:  Air,  "Maryland,  My 
Maryland."  By  N.  G.  R.  (Dr.  N.  G.  Ridgley.)  Baltimore, 
October  27,  1861.  (R.  B.  B.,  70.) 

"The  Old  Line's  foot  is  on  thy  shore,  Maryland, 
Returned  triumphant  as  of  yore!  Maryland" — 

A  Voice  from  the  South:    Inscribed  to  Queen  Victoria.     By  Rosa 
Vertner  Jeffrey,  January,  1863.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"From  our  ancient  moss- veiled  forests, 
Jasmine  bowers,  savannahs  green" — 

The  Voice  of  the  South:  By  Tyrtaeus.  (W.  G.  S.,  from  the 
Charleston  Mercury.) 

'Twas  a  goodly  boon  that  our  fathers  gave, 
And  fits  but  ill  to  be  held  by  the  slave;" — 

Voices  of  the  Winds:  By  Major  S.  Yates  Levy,  of  Georgia.  (Sun 
ny.) 

"Folded  in  the  thoughtful  mantle, 
Night  around  the  wretched  binds;" — 

The  Volunteer:    Air,  "The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me."      (C.  S.  B.) 

"The  hour  was  sad,  I  left  the  maid, 
A  lingering  farewell  taking" — 

The  Volunteer,  or,  It  is  My  Country's  Call:  By  Harry  McCarthy. 
(C.  S.  B.) 

"I  leave  my  home  and  thee,  dear,  with  sorrow  in  my  heart, 
It  is  my  country's  call,  dear,  to  aid  her  I  depart" — 

Volunteer  Mess  Song:  John  Hopkins,  Printer,  New  Levee  St., 
4th  D.  (Wash'n,  216.) 

"Here's  to  our  Generals  brave,  who  we  know  will  well  behave, 
With  their  officers  and  soldiers  to  sustain  em!  ha!  ha!" 


184  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

Volunteer  Song:  Written  for  the  Ladies'  Military  Fair  held  at 
New  Orleans,  1861.  Published  in  the  New  Orleans  Picay 
une,  April  28,  1861,  and  sung  by  the  regiments  departing  for 
Virginia.  (Phot.  Hist.) 

"Go  soldiers,  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
God  shield  the  cause  of  Justice,  Right:" — 

Volunteered:    (S.  S.) 

"I  know  the  sun  shines,  and  the  lilacs  are  blowing, 
And  the  summer  sends  kisses  by  beautiful  May" — 

The  Volunteer's  Return:    By  Lieut.  Howard  C.  Wright.     (Sunny.) 

"  Tis  just  three  years  this  morning, 
Since  last  I  viewed  this  spot;" — 

The  Volunteers  to  the  "Melish:"    By  William  C.  Estres.     (R.  R.) 
"Come  forth,  ye  gallant  heroes, 
Rub  up  each  rusty  gun," — 

Wait  For  the  Wagon:  New  Song  Revised  by  Dr.  Hopkins.  (Hop 
kins.) 

"South  Carolina,  a  fiery  little  thing, 
Said  she  wouldn't  stay  in  a  government 
Where  Cotton  wasn't  King;" — 

Wait  till  the  War,  Love,  is  Cher:  Words  by  A.  J.  Andrews,  Music 
by  C.  W.  Burton.  Richmond,  Virginia.  (R.  B.  M.,  1864.) 

"  'Twas  gentle  spring,  the  flowers  were  bright, 
The  bird's  sweet  song  was  lovely" — 

Waiting:    By  William  Shepardson.     (Bohemian.) 

"All  day  long  beside  the  window, 
Gazing  through  the  mist  and  rain,"- 

Waiting  For  a  Batik:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"As  one  oppressed  who  feels  the  coming  of 
A  storm,  insensible  to  splendor  of — 

The  War,  by  Walt  Whitman:  (By  John  R.  Thompson):  (S.  L. 
M.,  Ed.  Table,  January,  1862.) 

"I  sing  of  war — 

"Grim-visaged,    bloody-handed,    rough-shod    War,    striking   out    from    the 
shoulder" — 

The  War  Chief  Magruder:  Air,  "Hail  to  the  Chief."  By  Col.  H. 
Washington.  (Alsb.) 

"Hail  to  the  Chief!  who  in  triumph  has  scatter'd 
The  clouds  that  o'er  Texas  so  gloomily  press'd'  — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  185 

The  War-Christian's  Thanksgiving:  Respectfully  dedicated  to 
the  War-Clergy  of  the  United  States,  Bishops,  Priests  and 
Deacons.  Jeremiah  xxxxviii,  10.  By  S.  Teackle  Wallis, 
Fort  Warren,  1863.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"O  God  of  battles!  once  again, 
With  banner,  trump  and  drum," — 

War-Shirkers:    By  Teke,  of  Travis  County.     (Alsb.) 

"A  brood  of  skulkers  are  ye  all! 
As  deaf  as  adders  to  the  call" — 

War-Song:     (R.  R.) 

"Come!  come!  come! 
Come,  brothers,  you  are  called," — 

War  Song:     (Randolph.) 

"Now  is  the  hour,  men  of  the  South, 
To  strike  for  life  or  death" — 

War-Song:  Air,  "March,  March,  Eltrick  and  Teviotdale."  R. 
R.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"March,  march,  on  brave  'Palmetto'  boys" — 

War  Song:  Tune,  "Bonnie  Blue  Flag."  By  J.  H.  Woodcock. 
(R.  R.) 

"Huzza!  huzza!  let's  raise  the  battle-cry, 
And  whip  the  Yankees  from  our  land," — 

War  Song  (Manassas  Hymn):  Air,  "Liberty  Duet"  in  "II  Pur- 
itani."  (S.  L.  M.,  Feb.  and  March,  '62.) 

"Awake!  arise  my  warriors! 
Liberty,  your  mother  calls  to  you!" — 

A  War  Song  for  Virginia:     (R.  R.) 

"Sound,  Virginia,  sound  your  clarion! 
From  your  serried  ranks  of  war!" — 

War  Song  of  The  Partisan  Ranger:  Dedicated  to  Captain  John 
H.  Morgan.  Air,  "McGregor's  Gathering."  By  Benjamin 

F.  Porter.     (J.  M.  S.  from  the  Greenville,  Alabama,  Observer): 

"The  forests  are  green  by  the  homes  of  the  South 
But  the  hearth  stones  are  red  with  the  blood  of  her  youth;" — 

The  War  Storm:    By  C.  J.  H.     (R.  R.) 

"Often,  by  a  treacherous  sea-side, 
I  have  heard  the  ocean's  roar," — 

War-Waves:    By  Catherine  Gendron  Poyas,  of  Charleston.     (W. 

G.  S.) 

"What  are  the  war-waves  saying, 
As  they  compass  us  around?" — 


186  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

The  Warrior's  Steed:  By  Mrs.  V.  E.  W.  (McCord)  Vernon, 
Richmond,  March  22,  1862.  (C.  C.) 

"A  day  of  wrath,  was  that  which  shone, 
Upon   Manassas'   plain" — 

The  Waste  of  War:    (E.  V.  M.) 

"Give  me  the  gold  that  war  had  cost, 

Before   tliis   peace-expanding   day" — 

Wearing  of  the  Grey:    By  0.  K.  P.     (Wash'n.  218.) 

"Our  cannon's  mouths  are  dumb — no  more 
Our  volleyed  muskets  peal," — 

Wearing  of  the  Grey:    By  a  Mississippian.     (E.  V.  M.) 
"Oh,  have  you  heard  the  cruel  news? 
Alas!  it  is  too  true;"- 

Wearin'  of  the  Gray:    By  Tar  Heel.     (Fag.) 

"Oh!  Johnny,  dear,  and  did  you  hear  the  news  that's  lately  spread, 
That  never  more  the  Southern  cross  must  rear  its  stately  head;"- 

We  Come!  We  Come!  Dedicated  to  the  Crescent  Begiment,  of 
New  Orleans,  Col.  M.  J.  Smith.  By  Millie  Mayfield. 
(R.  R.) 

"We  come!  we  come,  for  Death  or  life, 
For  the  Grave,  or  Victory!" — 

We  Conquer  or  Die:     Composed  by  James  Pierpont.     (J.  M.  S.) 
"The  war  drum  is  beating,  prepare  for  the  fight, 
The  stern  bigot  Northmen  exalts  in  his  light," — 

Weep,  Weep:    By  Refugee,  May,  1865.     (E.  V.  M.) 

"Weep!  for  a  fallen  land, 
For  an  unstained  flag  laid  low;"- 

We  Know  That  We  Were  ReMs,  or  Why  Can  We  Not  Be  Brothers: 
By  Clarence  Prentice.  (Alsb.) 

"Why  can  we  not  be  brothers?  the  battle  now  is  o'er, 
We've  laid  our  bruised  arms  on  the  field,  to  take  them  up  no  more;" — 

Welcome  "Jeff"  to  Baltimore:  Air,  "Annie  of  the  Vale."  (R. 
B.  B.,  71.) 

"In  charms  now  we  .slumber,  and  insults  in  number 

\\e   hear   from   our   insolent    for>." 

A  Welcome  to  the  Inmder:  "An  Ode,"  addressed  to  the  picked  men 
of  Col.  Wilson's  New  York  command.  (R.  R.  from  the 
Charleston  Courier.) 

"What!  have  ye  come  to  spoil  our  fields, 
Black  hearts  and   bloody   hands!" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  187 

We  Left  Him  on  the  Field:    By  Miss  Marie  E.  Jones,  of  Galveston. 

(Alsb.) 

"We  left  him  on  the  crimson'd  field, 
Where  battle  storms  had  swept," — 

We'll  Be  Free  in  Maryland:  Air,  "Gideon's  Band."  By  Robert 
E.  Holtz,  January  30,  1862.  (R.  R.) 

"The  boys  down  South  in  Dixie's  land, 
Will  come  and  rescue  Maryland" — 

Western  Dixie:    By  Mrs.  Virginia  Smith.     (Im.) 

"Come  along,  boys,  we'll  go  off  to  the  wars, 
Never  mind  the  times,  we'll  all  march  cheerily," — 

We  Swear:     (C.  S.  B.  from  the  Louisville  Courier.) 
"Kneel,  ye  Southrons,  kneel  and  swear, 
On  your  bleeding  country's  altar," — 

What  are  Trumps?  By  James  B.  Randall.  (S.  L.  M.,  Ed.  Table, 
December,  '61.) 

"Not  Diamonds:  Mason  breaks  bedight, 
Beyond  their  leprosy  of  light," — 

What!    Have  Ye  Thought?      (W.  G.  S.,  from  the  Charleston 
Mercury.) 

"What!  have  ye   thought  to  pluck 
Victory  from  chance  and  luck" — 

What  The  Bugles  Say:  Inscribed  to  Captain  Ben.  Lane  Posey. 
By  A.  B.  Meek.  (Bohemian.) 

"Hark!  the  bugles  on  the  hill! 
Tarala!     Tarala!"— 

What  the  South  Winds  Say:  (R.  R.  from  the  Richmond  Dis 
patch.) 

"Faint  as  the  echo  of  an  echo  born, 
A  bugle  note  swells  on  the  air," — 

What  the  Village  Bell  Said:  By  John  C.  M'Lemore  of  South 
Carolina  (mortally  wounded  at  the  battle  of  Seven  Pines). 
(W.  G.  S.) 

"For  many  a  year  in  the  village  church, 
Above  the  world  have  I  made  my  home;" — 

What  Tho'  These  Limbs:  Written  by  Col.  Benjamin  Anderson  of 
Louisville,  Kentucky,  on  the  prison  wall  in  Cincinnati, 
shortly  before  committing  suicide.  (W.  L.) 

"What  tho'  these  limbs  be  bound  with  iron  cords. 
Still  am  I  freel"— 


188  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War 

What  Time  is  This  for  Dreaming?    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"What  time  is  this  for  dreaming, 
When  hearts  are  breaking  round?" — 

When  Peace  Returns:  By  Olivia  Tully  Thomas.  (W.  G.  S., 
Published  in  the  Granada  Picket.) 

"When  'war  has  smoothed  his  wrinkled  front/ 
And  meek-eyed  peace  returning," — 

When  Pleasure's  Flowery  Paths:  By  a  prisoner  in  solitary  con 
finement,  May  28th,  1865.  (W.  L.) 

"When  pleasure's  flowery  paths  I  trod, 
My  eyes  were  bent  on  earth  alone," — 

When  That  Cruel  War  Began:    By  Thomas  Q.  Barnes.     (Barnes.) 
"The  tocsin  of  war  it  sounded  its  knell 
O'er  the  length  and  breadth  of  our  sunny  land" — 

When  the  Boys  Come  Home:     (Fag.) 

"The  boys  are  coming  home  again, 
This  war  will  soon  be  o'er," — 

When  the  War  is  Over:  A  Christmas  Lay:  By  Margaret  J.  Pres 
ton.  (Beechenbrook.) 

"Ah,  the  happy  Christmas  times, 
Times  we  all  remember," — 

When  This  Cruel  War  is  (her:  Ballad.  Words  by  Charles  C. 
Sawyer,  Bichmond,  Va.  Music  by  Henry  Tucker.  George 
Dunn  and  Co.  (R.  B.  M.) 

"Dearest  one,  do  you  remember, 
When  we  last  did  meet?" — 

When  Will  the  War  be  Over?    (Alsb.) 

"When  will  the  war  be  over?  asked  a  veteran  whose  sun-brown'd  face 
Implied  in  the  ranks  of  the  gallant  he'd  early  sought  a  place," — 

Where  Are  You  Going,  Abe  Lincoln?    Air,  "Lord  Lovell."     (Alsb.) 
"Alx>  Lincoln  In  stood  at  the  White  House  Gate, 
Combing  his  milk-white  steed," — 

Where  is  the  Rebel  Fatherland:  By  Mrs.  M.  J.  P.  [Mrs.  Mar 
garet  J.  Preston].  (C.  C.) 

"Where  is  the  Rebel  Fatherland- 
Is  it  Maryland,  dear  Maryland" — 

Where  My  Heart  Is:    Air,  "My  Heart's  in  the  Highlands/'     By 
Kentucky:    (S.O.  S.) 

"My  heart's  with  our  brave  men,  my  heart  is  not  here, 
For  wherever  I  look,  there  Dutch  soldiers  appear;" — 


The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  War  189 

Who  Will  Care  for  Mother.  Now?     (Alsb.) 

"Why  am  I  so  weak  and  weary?  see  how  faint  my  heated  breath! 
All  around  to  me  seems  darkness — tell  me,  comrades,  is  this  death?" — 

Why  Should  the  South  Rejoice:  By  A.  Moise,  Jr.  Richmond, 
Virginia,  July  4,  1866.  (C.  C.) 

"Rejoice  for  what?     For  fields  destroyed,  for  homes  in  ashes  laid? 
For  maiden  at  the  altar  slain — victim  of  fiendish  raid?" — 

The  Wide-Awakes:     (R.  R.  R.,  116) 

"O,  what  is  all  this  noise  about, 
This    midnight    confusion?" — 

Will  No  One  Write  to  Me?      Ry  Major  George  McKnight  ("Asa 
Hartz")     Johnson's  Island,  January  1,  1864.     (Sunny.) 
"The  list  is  called,  and  one  by  one 
The  anxious  crowd  now  melts  away," — 

William  Price:  Member  of  the  Maryland  "State"  Senate  and 
author  of  the  infamous  Treason  Bill.  Air,  "John  Todd." 
(R.  R.  R.,  94.) 

"Your  Sharp  Treason  Bill,  William  Price" — 

William  Courtland  Price:  Ry  Julia  Pleasants  Creswell.  (S.  L. 
M.,  November  and  December,  1862.) 

"He  came  with  youth  and  hope  and  swelling  heart; 
And  freely  cast  them  in  the  unequal  scale;" — 

Will  You  Go!    Ry  Estelle.     (R.  R.) 

"Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Where  the  foeman's  steel  is  bright" — 

A  Wind  from  the  South:  Written  for  the  Fair  Journal,  Southern 
Relief  Fair  of  Raltimore,  April  2,  1866.  Ry  C.  C.  (E. 
V.  M.) 

" — I  sing  of  the  South, 
Not  as  she  was  in  her  pride  of  yore," — 

Woman's  Love:    Ry  Lieut.  H.  C.  Wright.     (Sunny.) 

"Wildly  raging  were  the  billows, 
Wildly  heaving  was  the  sea," — 

Woman's  Prayer:  Dedicated  to  Colonel  Lane's  Regiment,  Tex 
as  Cavalry.  (Alsb.) 

"O  Soldier,  is  thy  weary  heart  with  care  and  woe,  oppress'd? 
Is  courage  failing?  hope  departing  from  thy  weary  breast?" — 

The  Word:  October,  1861.  (R.  N.  S.,  from  the  Louisville 
Journal.) 

"Arm! 
Arm  without  any  words!" — 


190  The  Southern  War  Poetry  of  the  Civil  \\'ar 

A  Word  with  the  West:  By  John  R.  Thompson.  Richmond, 
December  1,  1862.  (S.  S.,  appearing  originally  in  the  South 
ern  Illustrated  News.) 

"Once  more  to  the  breach  for  the  land  of  the  West, 
And  a  leader  we  give  of  our  bravest  and  best," — 

The  Work  of  an  Ironclad:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 

"Come,  my  fair  one,  sit  thee  down, 
And  sing  for  me  thy  sweetest  song" — 

Worthier:  -  was  shot  in  trying  to  escape  from  Rock  Island. 

By  Kentucky     (S.  0.  S.) 

"My  best  friend  dead!  yes;  shot  that  he  did  try, 
From  prison  to  escape" — 

Would 'st  Thou  Have  Me  Love  Thee:  By  Alexander  B.  Meek.  (W. 
G.  S.,  from  the  Richmond  Dispatch:  also  under  title  of  War 
Song.) 

"Would'st  thou  have  me  love  thee,  dearest, 
With  a  woman's  proudest  heart," — 

Woven  Fancies:  By  Mrs.  Fanny  Downing,  North  Carolina,  1862. 
(Amaranth.) 

"I  sit  before  my  loom,  today, 
And  with  untiring  fingers  ply,"- 

The  Wreck  of  the  Florida  s  Boat:  16th  July,  1864.  (In  memory 
of  M'd'm  Wm.  Beverley  Sinclair  of  Virginia.)  By  Luola. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"Oh!  many  a  youth  has  fallen, 
Out  on  the  battle  plain;" — 

Written  Before  the  Secession  of  Virginia:  By  Mrs.  Rebecca  Tabb, 
of  Gloucester,  Virginia.  (E.  V.  M.) 

"\\  rep!   \fs.   \sr  will   \srrp:   hut    not   from  coward  fr;»rs, 
Poor  woman!  what  has  she  to  give  her  country  save  her  tears?" — 

The  Yankee  Devil:    Cave  Spring,  Georgia,  April  11, 1863.     (R.  R.) 

"Hurrah!  Hurrah!  good  news  and  true, 
Our  woes  will  soon  be  past;" — 

Yankee  Doodle:  ("An  absurd  thing,  which  came  to  us  all  the  way 
from  Canada,  where  we  have  plenty  of  friends.")  (S.  L.  M., 
Ed.  Table,  January,  '62.) 

"Yankee    Doodle    ran    away, 
Dixie  he  ran  after" — 

Yankee  Doodle's  Ride  to  Richmond:  By  Rev.  E.  P.  Birch,  of  La 
Grange,  Georgia.  (Bohemian.) 

"I  sing  of  Yankee  Doodle's  ride  to  famous  Richmond  town, 
A  gallant  knight  in  truth  was  he,  of  valour  and  renown," — 


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Yankee  Joke  in  Texas:    By  Ned  Bracken.     (Alsb.) 

"Messrs.  Yankees  came  one  day, 
To  stroll  upon  our  beach;" — 

[Yankee  Money]:    Air,  "Little  More  Cider,  Cider  Do."    By  Cap 
tain  T.  F.  Roche,  C.  S.  A.,  Fort  Delaware,  1865.     (Roche.) 

"Now  when  dis  war  is  over,  and  all  de  fighting  done, 
And  every  hungry  rebel  will  leave  at  once  for  home" — 

The  Yankee  President:    By  Dr.  Gilbert,  of  Houston,  January  13, 
1863.     (Alsb.) 

"I'll  sing  you  a  new-made  song,  made  by  a  modern  pate" — 
Of  a  real  Yankee  President,  who  took  the  helm  of  State," — 

Yankee  Vandals:    Air,  "Gay  and  Happy."     (R.  B.  B.,  117.) 

"The  Northern  Abolition  vandals 
Who  have  come  to  free  the  slave" — 

Ye  Batteries  of  Beauregard:    By  J.  C.  Barrick  of  Kentucky.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Ye  batteries  of  Beauregard! 
Pour  your  hail  from  Moultries  Wall" — 

Ye  Cavaliers  of  Dixie:    By  Benjamin  F.  Porter  of  Alabama.     (W. 
G.  S.) 

"Ye  Cavaliers  of  Dixie 
That  guard  our  Southern  shores" — 

Ye  Flight  of  Ye  Rayl  Splitter:  A  Ballad:     (P.  &  P.  B.  from  the  New 
Orleans  Crescent.) 

"Of  all  ye  flyghts  that  ever  were  flown 
By  several  persons,  or  one  alone" — 

Ye  Gallant  Sons  of  Carolina:     (Randolph.) 

"Ye  gallant  sons  of  Carolina, 
Listen  to  your  country's  call," — 

Ye  Men  of  Alabama:    Air,  "Ye  Mariners  of  England."    By  John 
D.  Phelan  of  Montgomery,  Alabama.     (W.  G.  S.  from  the 
Montgomery  Advertiser  of  October,  1860.) 
"Ye  men  of  Alabama, 
Awake,    arise,    awake!" — 

Ye  Shall  Be  Free:    By  Kentucky.     (S.  0.  S.) 
"Ye  shall  be  free, 
For  with  our  guns  we  will  stand  o'er  you," — 

Yes,  Build  Your  Walls:     (W.  G.  S.  from  the  Charleston  Mercury.) 

"Yes,  build  your  walls  of  stone  or  sand, 
But  know  when  all  is  builded — then" — 


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Yes,  Call  us  Rebels!    JTis  the  Name:    By  Albert  Pike  of  Arkansas. 
(E.  V.  M.,  from  the  New  Orleans  Picayune,  May,  1861.) 
"Yes,  call  us  rebels!     'tis  the  name 
Our  patriot  fathers  bore," — 

You  Are  Going  to  the  Wars,  Willie  Boy:  By  John  H.  Hewitt. 
(Beau.) 

"You  are  going  to  the  wars,  Willie  Boy,  Willie  Boy, 
You  are  going  to  the  wars  far  away" — 

You'll  Tell  Her,  Won't  You?      (E.  V.  M.) 

"You'll  tell  her,  won't  you?     Say  to  her  I  died 
As  a  brave  soldier  should — true  to  the  last;" — 

Young  Dodger  Vs.  Old  Croaker:    Dialogue.     (Alsb.) 

"These  croakers  all  I  really  hate,  and  love  to  hate  them,  too, 
Convention  men,  submissionists,  disloyal  and  not  true;" — 

A  Young  Girl's  Foreboding:  By  Kentucky,  August  2,  1862.  (S. 
0.  S.) 

"Ah!  it  is  very  hard 
To  think  my  home  may  go" — 

Young  Recruit:     (Bandolph.) 

"See!  there's  ribbons  gaily  streaming. 
I'm  a  soldier  now,  Lizette:" — 

Young  Volunteer:    By  John  H.  Hewitt.     (Beau.) 

"Our  flag  is  unfurl'd  and  our  arms  flash  bright, 
As  the  sun  wades  up  the  sky;" — 

Your  Mission:     (S.  S.,  from  the  Charleston  Courier.) 

"Fold  away  all  your  bright-tinted  dresses, 
Turn  the  key  on  your  jewels  today" — 

Zollicojfer:  filled  in  the  Battle  of  Somerset,  Kentucky,  January 
19,  1862.  By  H.  L.  Flash.  S.  L.  M.,  Ed.,  April,  1862. 
(E.  V.  M.) 

"First  in  the  fight,  and  first  in  arms, 
Of  the  white-winged  angels  of  glory," — 


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